I get cancer. I kill Jack.

Do not fret. I don’t have cancer. Not that I know of anyway. I am just quoting Fight Club. No worries.

I’ve been a busy boy this week. I’ve been watching my stories. I’ve been reading “American Gods”. I’ve been listening to Night Vale. That is where I heard this next song. It was eerie and beautiful. So, I thought I’d share it.

I like her voice. Note to self: Research this band further.

Also, after falling down the YouTube rabbit hole, I found this, which just might be one of the weirdest and best covers of this song I’ve ever heard.

Did you know that if you Google Image search for the letter “a” this is one of the first images that shows up?

I guess maybe if I were searching the sound you make when the doctor looks in your mouth or perhaps the sound of being aghast at someone doing whatever it is that she is doing with a venomous snake that close to her gaping maw, then and only then, should this turn up when searching for the letter “a”.

Jeezus.

Speaking of Jesus, I need to get ready to run to the bank for him. I hope you have a great day. More soon. ~SC