Thoughts On The Dead

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

Went To See The Captain, Nakedest I Could Find

Did someone steal your face?

“It’s under the bandana and goggles.”

Did you shush me in Chicago?

“I would have but no.”

Those shorts should be called lows.

“I’m proud of my pudenda.”

Is the hermit the holiest, or can man among men achieve peace?

“The lure of disconnection, the song of solitude’s sirens.”

Yes.

“To be a lonely penitent. To sit in solemn silence thinking thoughts of love and kindness?”

Sure.

“So fuck off to a monastery.”

They get up very early.

“I guess it’s the madding crowd for you, then.”

What is security?

“Caring for nothing. Vulnerability exists at points of attachment.”

Should I still lock the door?

“You should still lock the door.”

Are you playing flag football?

“Yes.”

Awesome. Can I play?

“Sure, lemme ask my boyfriend, who is a moose.”

Wait.

I thought you were dating the fire lady.

“DOMINANT MALE, BABY! I GETS MY FUCK ON!”

Yeah, I was right. This bit is not coming back.

4 Comments

  1. please, not back to the playa!

  2. Yeah, sure.

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