scribble & i are back on the prowl. start burying your spoor & smearing your mascara, girls, because we're no elmer fudds. we see civilization as debris. we dismantle flesh llike anagrams. he's captain ahab & i'm the devil; we wear a set of mardis gras beads for each opponent we killed so we rattle like snakes. thats right, snakes. & we might even be hiding in unassuming cans of peanut brittle. you don't even fucking know.