As the winds of change blow through this country there is a palpable uncertainty that hangs in the air, looming over all of us...thick and dense...suffocating. It's like being waterboarded all the time, isn't it?
December 5th is going to bring catastrophic death...just wait. I was told it will be so, and so it shall be so. Brahma speaks to me sometimes through that with which can only be felt.
I sit with Danny right now, in an illegal gambling den, deep in the heart of the Grove.
They have great coffee.
We sit and we smoke and we work on bringing something to the world...parables...we want to entertain you, but we also want to send messages of truth.
We can change the world if we get up and try.
So much is coming.
Shit baby is coming.
Lionel Buttwater is coming
Dead On Arrival is coming.
Black Magick Pirates is coming.
Tony and Lamont is coming
We will bring humor and horror and truth.
We will bring darkness and light and peace and chaos and noise and silence and pink and black and red and blue and white and green and yellow and purple and hazle and turqoise and teal and forest green and perrywinkle and slate grey and sea foam green...fuuuuuck that's so many colors.
Can you even imagine a world like that?
-Dane