I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
She’ll make ya breakfast
She’ll make ya toast
But she don’t use butter
She don’t use cheese
She don’t use jelly
Or any of these
She uses vaseline. Continue reading
A saucy French election is upon us, and I have no idea what’s going on.
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So, pretty much all psychedelic rock fits into one of two categories (give or take a thousand). There’s scary Pink Floyd-esque stuff that forces you to gaze into the yawning chasm of mortality and the stygian depths of existential terror before you make a munchies-run to the convenience store for some Fritos. Continue reading
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