As a young child with TB and a schizophrenic mother with a penchant for fairy tale and conspiracy theory I developed a natural love for looking out of windows. “But what about the spiders?” you may rightly ask and my only response that makes logical sense and everything would be, “Spider web and mushy mushy mushy.” I don’t know about the spiders.
Every now and then a record will come into the Ancestral Manor and I will think, “Gee, this reminds me of the times I was a child with TB and everything.” These things are natural like a child with a schizophrenic mother looking out of a window. And liking it. Which brings us to the next point, all the musicians on this record are going to be mothers soon.
That’s right losers. And yours truly, me, God’s own under-assistant man, has been asked to perform the baptisms. But, I had to decline because I hate children. They’re full of disease and have been known to shit their pants. Also, I’m not a real priest. Not since the exorcisms.