by Ari Collins
Burn the souls reverently, my son. Otherwise, these exquisite fumes won't have enough buoyancy to keep the zeppelin afloat. That pink-grey coagulate under the flame is soul-tar; patch the balloon with it before it hardens.
See that girl on the hill? I can taste her fervent desperation from up here. Bring us down.
Monday, November 2, 2009
Soulpunk (A Robert Gryfft Parody)
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4 comments:
HOLY AWESOME.
I can see the Gryfft, but I'm also catching some Penny Arcade vibes off of it.
Fantastic business.
Now that is some compliment, Jackson. Thanks!
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