Thoughts On The Dead

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

Looking Back, Looking Forward

Your monitor is swastika-adjacent.

“Beat it.”

Just pointing it out.

“You’ve pointed. Now go.”

Your hair looks nice.

“I stole Bobby’s conditioner.”

That sounds tough.

“You got no idea. He put an alarm on the bottle. I had to slide in a bag full of sand as I was taking it.”

Why will you motherfuckers not stop using that goddamned Time Sheath for silly bullshit?

“Wow, was that sentence syntactically fucked.”

Dude, Raiders doesn’t come out for eight years when you are. Knock it off.

“I will not. Me and Garcia are going to see Aliens again after the show.”

Could you at least try not to let people see you?

“No.”

Dammit, Phil.

1 Comment

  1. i saw “silence of the lambs” in marin, and jerry and one of his daughters were sitting in the row in front of us. but he was time appropriate, i know by his hair.

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