sick sick sicks
so this is it.
the sixth day of the sixth month of the (two thousand and) sixth year.
will the legends and warnings of the ancients come true?
is the Rapture upon us?
will the seas boil and the skies bleed?
will good prophets turn evil and lead the faithful astray?
no.
none of this will happen.
all that will happen today is the release of a crappy remake of a crappy horror movie and me getting drunk with Iron Maiden on infinite repeat.
which makes today just like any other.
or so i thought.
moments ago i switched on the radio.
there was a message of evil.
the voice in the radio said: "Casino Nova Scotia presents Kim Mitchell! Canada's most high octane rock and roller!"
i was wrong.
end times are here.
the Antichrist has returned and is so washed up that he's playing in the fucking Casino.
it pained me to hear those words strewn together, physical pain, like having my soul circumcised without proper anesthetic.
even though i know these words are false, i am afraid.
save me Xenu.
save me.
the sixth day of the sixth month of the (two thousand and) sixth year.
will the legends and warnings of the ancients come true?
is the Rapture upon us?
will the seas boil and the skies bleed?
will good prophets turn evil and lead the faithful astray?
no.
none of this will happen.
all that will happen today is the release of a crappy remake of a crappy horror movie and me getting drunk with Iron Maiden on infinite repeat.
which makes today just like any other.
or so i thought.
moments ago i switched on the radio.
there was a message of evil.
the voice in the radio said: "Casino Nova Scotia presents Kim Mitchell! Canada's most high octane rock and roller!"
i was wrong.
end times are here.
the Antichrist has returned and is so washed up that he's playing in the fucking Casino.
it pained me to hear those words strewn together, physical pain, like having my soul circumcised without proper anesthetic.
even though i know these words are false, i am afraid.
save me Xenu.
save me.
posted by mike | 1:10 PM
3 Comments:
I am so sorry that happened to you.
If I were there, I think I would be pretty excited about the Kim Mitchell show, and especially because it's at such a good venue as the Casino. If it wasn't too expensive (say under $20), I think I would be pretty pumped about getting blind drunk and trying to get Kim to sign either my Patio Lanterns or my baseball-cap-with-sewn-in-mullet.
But that's just me.
I am a wild party.
666.
if it was Crosby, Stills Nash and Mitchell...
maybe.
i'm not really welcome at the casino anyway.
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