Tue, 1 October 2013
Paramedic fetus of the eastward priest. Searching for the future, the world is my answer. Oh, these things will change. Little Betty is sleeping in the graveyard. Driving through the forest in a Japanese car. And that blood is real, because you just can't fake it. I am a skeleton dancing on your wall. I do this from the ceiling, but I'm terrified of you. Now I can recall the shape – triangle, a black face. I'll sell ya 20 barrels worth. When youth and innocence disappear, forever lost. I hate people when they're not polite. Enjoy part 2 of our 4 part series. Stay tuned for part 3. And as we always like to say, thank you for listening.