Phil Collins Stalks the Night!

Friends,

I know I just posted something substantial, but right now, somewhere outside my window in copse of trees that separate my apartment complex from a nearby cemetary, it sounds as if someone, some derranged man of voodoo, is drumming the beat of Phil Collins' "In the Air Tonight" on an upturned plastic bucket. I don't know what to do about this, because how can a man go to sleep knowing that somewhere out there in that clump of trees is a shaman with a hardon for No Jacket Required conjuring spirits of dead Swedes? I'm afraid for so many things...

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