Thoughts On The Dead

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

It’ll Eeze Your Mind

“I have little-to-no training in dentistry, Wendigo.”

“Wynonna. Jus’ look at the bottom molars. There’s a plot shapin’ up back there.”

“It can get treacherous.”

“Bobby, my teeth is turnin’ hostile and communistic. An’ I think one of my crowns is an outside agitator.”

“Uh-huh. Did, uh, you use my Fret-Eeze?’

“Oh, yeah. Whole mess of it.”

“Ah. That’s aerosolized ayahuesca.”

“You don’t say.”

“I did. Just now.”

“I had no idea you could put that in a spray can.”

“I got a guy.”


  1. You evoke one of the greatest and most memorable poems from my ill-managed and inappropriate childhood library . . . .

  2. wendigo !

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