the lattice of coincidence (check that shit- my vocabulary comes from ‘repo man’)

decaying at critical biosphere escape velocity

rising like the undead after a week of drugs and depression, only to smoke another one and nod my head with a sad smile

RUM comes on the next night of the day of the sun

scrollcall: DRUMSpeterpbobbysamSHRIEKpaulmikemianGROWLpetebnapdavemikes (B)ASSpetedssy

GORGON ORGONE EGREGORES : THE DRUMS OF DAMBALLAH-AIDA-WEDO : ANIMUS MAXIMUS : DIRTY FUCKED UP THINGS : GHOSTS OF DEAD FUTURES

ssy (obviously high out of my mind)