Leukemia dripped from the rafters

TEN HALF MOONS AGO

I heard at the next show they're gonna hire OPERA'S STAFF.

The show gave me PTSD. The bass gave me fibromyalgia.

THE WILL CALL LINE

LOL.

It felt as though I was bassodomized

wow

We let the film spun, just nigh of stillborn. Instruments astray, strewn across the span of the room. Widening the protracted nature of my legs I let the mass before me perform the task as they were dregs.

Unmasking the truest natures of the BASS from the shelter of my dormant, emancipated youth.

I praise the works of Damien as he works in the Grey.

Hunting for that ban.

No pill is enough, we've learned.

As I laid snake I said to her, hands wrapped around her neck, "Run towards the light, bitch, hide from the bass."

I don't know what is more pathetic, the holocaust jokes, the tired high school sexual references or the fact that all the handles post around the same time