Thoughts On The Dead

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

It Was A Very Bad Year

eyes tunnel scary

“Hi, there. Who’s your favorite band?

Who are you?

“I’m 2016. Name the things you love. Make me a list.”

Go away.

“Can’t. Won’t. Busy summer. I love the Olympics. Tell me who your heroes are.”

You’re enjoying this?

“I know what I am. I’m the Death of the Twentieth Century. I have purpose. That gives you a good feeling. At the end of the day, you’ve made something.”

You’re not making anything.

“Sure I am. I’m making the future.”

It’s shit.

“It has to be. We are entering the Kingdom of the Cockroach. Instinctual, tribal, unkillable. Scared of the light. I’m making a new world for you.”

No one wants it.

“Oh, stop squirming. This will only hurt a lot.”



  1. Make it stop

  2. If we feed Cleveland to the beast, perhaps it will be satisfied and leave is alone.

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