Thoughts On The Dead

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


tumblr_m9t3davvLA1ru818ao1_1280Those are my feelings.

How have you made it this long without someone beating you to death?

There is fear!

Fine. I have no sympathy, but that’s fine; you don’t need to be giving people nightmares with the pictures, though.


You’re typing.


Deep breath, fancypants.

I don’t even know which pants to take!

How many pairs do you own?

That fit?



Everyone hates you for wasting their time.

My bed! And my things! My Beanie Babies need to be zhuzhed every day to keep them fresh!

Stop it.

I just bought bananas: I can’t go.

You’re going.

Yeah. Besides, it’s too late to come up with any sort of believable excuse.

Far too late.

You’re not allowed–

I could kill myself; I’ve done it before.

–to kill yourself. Stop it. It’s a drive and a Dead show and a chance to meet people and have fun and be a fucking human being. You used to do it all the time.

I didn’t use to be this scared all the time.

Fear is the mind-killer, man.

Please, no.

The small death that brings total annihilation.

Please not the bullshit about the giant sand-dicks.

You should let it wash over you-


and when it is gone

I wish I had a wrench to hit you in the eye with.

–only you shall remain. Look down your snobbish nose at good advice, but know this: the fucker sitting in that dark room is the frightened one; the man who gets in the car and points it towards the party is whoever you want him to be. Choose the new.

That’s actually great advice.

If you walk without rhythm, you won’t attract the worm.

The worm is fear?

The worm is fear, yeah, and the bit about the rhythm–

Doing something different, yeah.

is about doing…you got it.


  1. Mr. Dead, this is how I feel everyday of my life and yet I still manage to get by and maintain myself. You can too. Bring a friend (UM… ME) or let yourself eat whatever you want for the weekend and you will have a great time! Maybe you’ll meet the stone fox of your life. Who knows. Don’t be a baby

  2. Morning Douche

    July 1, 2015 at 6:47 pm

    I would suggest maybe just perhaps taking a pass on the LSD this weekend.

    Your pal,
    Morning Douche

  3. I know it’s some nerd shit but that Litany Against Fear seriously got me through the tunnel part of the darkest trip I ever had

  4. Sir Luther Von Baconson

    July 1, 2015 at 6:51 pm

    stick with mushrooms and Banquet Beers. you’ll be fine.

  5. Might be reason to be fearful — According to a report on a bulletin board for enthusiasts of a certain other unnamed band, Phil and Billy were both sitting in the same section of the same plane en route to Chicago.

  6. Who are you? Paul Muad Dib?

  7. Make a shirt that reads, “THOUGHTS ON THE DEAD: TOTALLY NOT A CHILD ABDUCTOR!” Or something of that nature.

    P.S. Happy 4:20

  8. Reblogged this on Post Tenebras Spero Lucem and commented:
    bless this blog

  9. Sir Luther Von Baconson

    July 1, 2015 at 7:55 pm

  10. That’s why I love this blog. A Frank Herbert reference turns into a Mel Brooks. And I’ve never heard of Dave Dudley before today but now my life is more enriched. Still prefer the Taj Mahal version of 6 Days on the Road. Or the New Riders with Jerry.

    Damn, I miss Harvey Korman.

  11. Safe travels and have fun…sure wish I was going to be part of the revelry this weekend.

    If you need somewhere to crash, come down, score some uppers or just say hello, my door’s always open here in the motor city…just remember, between the toes so nobody knows.

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