Summer was damp. (And no, not because of Karen Duffy.) It was chilly and grey, and we were forced to rely on the warmth and color of our minds and our media.
The beat goes on. We've had this feeling for a while now: you can call it spirit, call it anxiety, call it luck, call it karma... But this year, we're calling it HEEBIE JEEBIES - 8 weeks(!) of straight razors, devil worship, shower scenes, pea soup, bad vibes, and Jill Schoelen.
We have things planned, but we're easily (and gladly) led into temptation at the drop of a witch's hat, so if something strikes our fancy, you're gonna goddamn hear about it. And if you spot something out there in the void that we need to talk about, let us know; we'll swallow anything you want us to swallow.
Check back over the next 2 months for updates, and follow us on Facebook for more immediate gratification. And dig this: share this post 5 times or else Candyman will get you. In the meantime: be our victim.
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