Find your tribe in a Sea of Creativity
vanoss talking with moo: I think I understand what's happening, considering my woes.
moo: You do?
vanoss: Yes. i’m feeling lost, empty, and there's a little voice in the back of my head feeding on these thoughts and causing warmness.
moo: panda?
vanoss blushing: N o.
panda: Okay, you know what, I wasn't that drunk.
grizzy: Dude.
panda: What?
vanoss reading a book on the couch: You walked into Walmart and when the voice came on over the intercom you dropped to your knees and screamed "GOD HAS SPOKEN!".
panda: panda: Okay I was a little drunk.
vanoss: cowboys are witches and horses are their familiars
panda: guns are their wands and they only know one spell bullet
[tyler and scotty outside]
tyler: rootin; tootin; toil n’ shootin’
scotty: fire burn and cowboy bootin’
tyler: eye of newt and spicy beans,
scotty: toe of frog and denim jeans,
tyler: whiskey, grits, n’ demon spittle
scotty: tossed into my iron griddle
tyler: with the tannin’ of our hides,
tyler and scotty: somethin’ wicked this way rides
panda: Let me see what you have
vanoss: A knife!!
panda: No!!!
tyler: Oh my god, why does he have a knife?