Review: Devoid of Thought – Devoid of Thought
Hey can I get a…. uhhh… ummm…. huh.
Hey can I get a…. uhhh… ummm…. huh.
I can’t answer the phone right now, I’m in my Anunnaki era.
After all, rock operas are a left-handed form of human endeavor.
Fear it, run from it, the Kazoo arrives all the same.
You’ve never taken a cold shower like this before.
Exiled from paradise, and probably Denny’s too.
“I think, therefore I don’t speak French” – Descartes, maybe.