Thoughts On The Dead

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

Bob Weir And A Pernicious Thought

bobby crazy izod

“Souls to harvest for The Festival of The Fathering. THEY SHALL ALL BE FATHERED IN YOUR NAME, MY MIDNIGHT MASTER!”

“Yeah, Parrish: could you…oh, you’re already on it. Good work, buddy.”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

*