Thoughts On The Dead

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

Everyweir And Everywhen

You still can’t get out of the gifting suite?

“I made it to the red carpet.”


“The paparazzi are made of infinity.”

That’s no good.

“Not at all.”

What’s with that ring? It’s not your wedding ring.

“Don’t worry about it.”

Is it a Bohemian Grove thing?

“I said not to worry about it.”

Bohemian Grove thing. Got it.



“My soul is doing something.”


Hey, you found Kenny Aronoff again.

“His vest was like a beacon in the timestream.”

Sure. He really wants everyone to know he’s not an accountant.

“Kenny dresses with flair. Also, I think he just got divorced.”

That is absolutely a “drummer who just got divorced” outfit.



“I’m having a transmigratory kind of weekend.”

Sorry, Bobby.

“Hey, you know: it happens.”

“I think I’m back at the gifting suite.”

You are.

“This guy keeps calling me Daniel-san.”

Keep that to yourself.

“Sure, sure. Wonder what comes next.”

Oh, you can leave now.

“How do you know?”

I’m out of pictures.


1 Comment

  1. Luther Von Baconson

    February 1, 2018 at 6:08 pm

    sweatpant slack (curious cuffs)?

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