This makes me happy. It should make you happy too.
Described as "apocalyptic folk / spoken word," it should make you want to take your significant other to Disneyland with loaded guns and kill everyone; every mickey-mouse-eared-costume-wearing-furrie-fucker you see with a camera hung around their fat neck, while wearing a big-tooth grin like some baboon who just figured out how to use a stick to get a bug out of a hole.
Not that I'm suggesting anything.
Described as "apocalyptic folk / spoken word," it should make you want to take your significant other to Disneyland with loaded guns and kill everyone; every mickey-mouse-eared-costume-wearing-furrie-fucker you see with a camera hung around their fat neck, while wearing a big-tooth grin like some baboon who just figured out how to use a stick to get a bug out of a hole.
Not that I'm suggesting anything.
Either that or it should make you want to drink martinis while you hate everyone and read a blood-stained history book. This I will suggest as a good past time.
By the way, I have a separate Boyd Rice post on here. He'll probably come up again, and possibly again, considering I like him. He's a fun one. Quite the good time.
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