Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Growing Concern

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Look at those triceps.

“I’d be a boon to any gentleman farmer in need of a wife.”

What do you know of the land?

“That it speaks to me. The fertile patch sings, and the rocky mush grumbles.”

And the seasons? The sky?

“I know them, and they provide meaning. The rains, then the sun, and then the winter.”

The dirt?

“The black dirt?”

Yes.

“Live again.”

Once more.

“Live again!”

With feeling.

“BLACK DIRT LIVE AGAIN!”

Do you have a boyfriend?

“Right behind you.”

Dammit.

juggalo

God DAMN, what the fuck is that thing?

“WOOP WOOP, NINJA!”

We’re done.

“TELL CAPTAIN FUCK I’M LOOKING FOR HIM!”

No.

2 Comments

  1. Haha haha! I think we can all agree that Thoughts on The Juggalos might draw a different kind of Enthusiast…..

  2. Let it Grow is one of the more inappropriate GD songs. Right up there with Sugar Mags.

    “Broken ground, open and beckoning”

    Beckoning? Beckoning!?

    No way in hell that the field consented or invited the Plowing that the Broad backed Plowman delivers. No way in the world.

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