Maybe he's talking to The Gracklecleaver?
Images: June 2007 Archives
Coming back from dinner in Little Tokyo, I saw this from the car I was riding in with boys.
Words escape me and I am left with the realisation that it will take a cleverer soul than I to write the story of the time when Earth was called Plushland and all its most pious denizens strove for nothing more than than to bounce unto Glory.
Or how Glory was in a truck.
A truck behind razor wire.
