Did you disassociate?

 "Sending out 10 of these stickers to various Relics I know and I would please like a picture of the sticker (stuck or not) somewhere in your life or imagination…gonna post your images on the blog

My email is XXXXXXXXXX…pretty please with a smile for all y’all!"

If I don't have your address I couldn't send ya a sticker,

but if you you'd like a couple, pictures optional, but appreciated,

then please let me know :)

Fucking around with AI and Seanocide's Pushead lettering!

The blog header at the moment is that same lettering,

and a pic courtesy of my long time Kansas captive pal, Kristi

February 17, 1927 was when this one was released

97 fucking years old and I think it stands the test of time

I'm sure it's been posted before, but this time we can all sing along,

someone kindly posted the lyrics.

By the way "pills" were little balls of opium,

and Old Mostaza used to love an "after-date"

Have you ever heard about Willie the Weeper?

Had a job as a chimney sweeper

He had the dope habit and he had it bad

Listen while I tell you about a dream he had

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He went down to the dope shop one Saturday night

He knew the lights would all be burning bright

Well I guess he smoked a dozen pills or more

When he woke up he was on a foreign shore

~

The Queen of Sheba was the first he met

She called him lovey-dovey and honey pet

She gave him a great big automobile

With a diamond headlight and a golden wheel

~

Down in Honolulu Willie fell in a trance

Seein' the dusky beauties do the Hula dance

His sweetie got in jail and Willie sure did shout

When he got the news that she had wiggled out

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He landed with a splash in the river Nile

Ridin' on a seagoin' crocodile

He winked at Cleopatra, she said "Ain't he a sight"

'n' he said, "How 'bout a date for next Saturday night?"

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He had a million cattle and he had a million sheep

Had a million vessels on the ocean deep

Had a million dollars all in nickels and dimes

Well he knew because he counted it a thousand times

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He landed in New York one evenin’ late

He asked his sugar for an after-date

Started to kiss her and she started to pout

When bang-blang!

And the dope gave out

Don't think I've posted Creepin' Jenny before,

definitely not this version,

but I have enlightened the five real people that come to the blog

(and the multitude of bots),

as to the amazing Pack A.D.

This is/was one of my favorite two piece bands!

Old Mostaza was a stoner in 9th grade...hahah. 

Miss Harley, the Librarian, said that we both looked stoned in the picture, 

I was and pretty sure she probably knew it.

Speedwhore!

Their name alone was enough to give them a spin.

Elliott, are you out there bud...thoughts?

Pretty generic thrash/speed metal kinda stuff,

but I dug some of the tunes for the intricacies and tempo changes.

Not too into the falsetto screams, 

but dude also sports an impressive growl.

My dear friend, Jess Hilliard on bass, and Mr Al Sobrante on drums, in The Shatners!

If I have posted this one before,

I probably talked about how amazing it was/is.

A gift to humanity.

Disassociate!

Truth!

Hugs to all y'all...night-night.