The cult figure that musical group/ loosely knit balm sales entity CE Schneider Topical named themselves for/ have given their lives to (natch). She writes songs that we enjoy thoroughly.

This year, we all saw better than the “best” minds of our generation destroyed. We saw all minds destroyed. We saw something and we said something. We saw a tote bag full of zip tie handcuffs and we said “don’t spatchcock me, Bro!”

In the year of the Fer-De-Lance, which is in the future, the snake doctor declares that each droog shall be settled with warm milk to each’s lips and September rain to thine ear.

Unfortunately, You can take the droog out of the horrorshow but you can’t take the horrorshow out of the droog unless you put braces on his eyelids and make him watch his own movies. With this technology, we hurtle, flailing blindly towards hash pipe oblivion.

This year I learned that some of my favorite movies were sponsored by Satanists even though there weren’t any obvious Satanic undertones. It’s the overtones you have to watch out for.

The trumpet has been blown, hard!

Shall we look doubly into the now, and press on knowing that the documents have been signed in our own blood? Wait a second. Does my 360 contract between my mind and body expire with death? Oh no! I’ll make the best of a bad situation. I hereby vow to move without movement as if everything is happening for the first and last time by pointing out historical analogies to the present, and to transcend all laws until they no longer exist.

Let us not die like crabs in a bucket!