Mummy Dust Trippers
Perfect Prey
While stumbling through the Shiek's Bazaar of the Bizarre, I came across
Idaho Joe serenading a flea circus under a rug. Corum hovered nearby
conducting with tea tree oil toothpicks. Fortunately, the tape was
running. The smoke is thick but you can make out some shapes in the
haze. Joe seems to be floating through the same wing of the ethno
forgery museum that Alvarius B called home. There are some seasonings
that taste a little like Tower Recordings with mashed potatoes. This all
comes h…