A relentless, ten-minute avalanche of anxious and trembling riffs for the King, a carrier of Our misfortunes, for Adar who is Prince, and for Satan and sacrifice. AVE!
my buddy was telling me about the Mexican wishbone. It’s like the wishbone you get from a chicken, but instead of the winner being the person with the largest piece, everyone loses unless the bone splits evenly (to the atom). You’d have to have pretty expensive equipment to measure that. Dumb mmmn