"The sky resembles a backlit canopy with holes punched in it"
--Incubus, "Wish You Were Here"
This is what happens when punk artists try to be deep.
A collection of food related brain lint from a pyrokineticist who fancies himself eclectic, eccentric, acerbic, and a ridiculously good cook. E-mail the Jester! jkgrence at gmail dot com
