Paganistan: Notes from the Secret Commonwealth
In Which One Midwest Man-in-Black Confers, Converses & Otherwise Hob-Nobs with his Fellow Hob-Men (& -Women) Concerning the Sundry Ways of the Famed but Ill-Starred Tribe of Witches.
Whaddya Want?
Och, where's a bard when you need one?
Come on, folks, we need some hot, sexy new chants.
The old ones have gotten pretty stale.
What do you want?
New chants!
When do you want 'em?
Now!
This is what monotony sounds like.
This is what monotony sounds like.
This is what monotony sounds like.
Hey hey [clap clap],
ho ho [clap clap]:
hackneyed chants
have got to go!
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