Twenty-Three Lubed-Up Schizophrenics With Delusions of Grandeur - The Locust

Seemed like the right thing to do at the time

But Dr. quackenfish is in the driver’s seat now.

Aesthetically pleased to the point of ambivalence.

Canadian bacon-y self-fulfilling prophecy

Take the time to drown in your own spit

Yes.

We are talking about you.