Thoughts On The Dead

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

Like Burning Man, Like Burning Monkey

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Are you the morning star?

“I am the morningstar.”

And the evening, as well?

“I am the alfalfa and the okra.”

Then I will not eat you.

“You would if I was covered in butter, and heated up.”

Are we still being deep, or are you doing some smutty-talking?

“Did you know they modeled the pagoda after my haircut?”

They’re both so multi-leveled.

“That might not be a pagoda, though.”

It’s all pagoda to me. In a reality three blocks north, H.P. Lovecraft opened up an art supply shop.

“He’s got the name for it.”

It was a pretty spooky shop.

“Naturally. Character essentiality is immutable in every etic direction.”

Obviously.

“Do you believe the Italians could have done something better with their time than inventing so many types of pasta?”

Yes and no.

“Expand on that.”

Absolutely and not at all.

“Nicely done. Why haven’t you taken your dick out?”

Should I have?

“Yes. For Harambe.”

What?

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“GETTING SHOT WAS THE BEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO ME, FUCKER!”

You made it to Burning Man. You really are internet-famous.

“I’M GONNA PEEL THIS JERSEY SHORE REJECT!”

Go to it, buddy. First one of these I enjoyed.

1 Comment

  1. You lost me with the okra reference . . . All I can do now is use the Google Box to figure out where the nearest Cracker Barrel is. Because Southern. And stoopit, mostly.

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