Thoughts On The Dead

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

August Sixth when they got home that night…

“Hey, Benj: catch!”

“What is that? A Hermes scarf?”


“It was the Time Sheath. He threw a working time machine at me. Goddammit, Billy. Where am I?”

The smell of sushi and bowing and Shintoism filled the air.


“EXTRA-RU! EXTRA-RU! Get your paper-san for whatever the equivalent of a nickel is!”

“I’ll take one!”

The paper was called The Hiroshima Times-Picayune and a single plane flew overhead and Benjy knew where he was, and that he and Billy would need to have a serious talk when they saw each other again.


  1. I like where this is going

  2. Sir Luther Von Baconson

    August 5, 2015 at 11:37 am

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