VIRB

abel'abbadoh was found dead yesterday in back seat of my batmobile. While she cried for her bones, she realized her soul was free, and she could incorporate herself into anything she wanted. She decided on a nylon strung guitar that beforehand had no soul within it. The seance will be when new cat guts are acquired, and the moon is a perfect crescent. There will be a few white tealight candles, one big green candle, and paint. We'll drink shots of bourbon and fourties, and say some words. Spooky squid will procure heavenly botanicals to bring the roaming soul into ascension, and then happily back down into the neck of her beautiful new body. She's happy, her old shell was becoming a bit decrepid, and was a bit of an experiment. She is hoping for a speedy recovery, and will be heard as the rest of the acoustic guitar on we are ok.

only simchas from here on out.
-H.B. Wells