Thoughts On The Dead

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

An Open Letter To Phil And Bobby

phil jill bobby old museum


Neither of you are allowed to die. You may make an ill-conceived deal with the Abandoned Gods; discover you are a direct descendant of Clan McCloud; (continue to) ingest the living organs of runaways to gain their youth; swimming and boner pills: whatever it takes to remain around.



None of that was okay.

Phil looks like he just accepted a hard truth.

I’ll give you that one.



1 Comment

  1. Phil=having a senior moment. Bob=feigning seriousness. Woman=what am
    I doing with these old f*cks…oh rich hippie musicians, gotcha!

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