That song has been popping up for me over the past couple of weeks. Once the phrase "that'sa Morte" formed in my head, the rest flowed pretty easily. (View Post)

When a skull floats on by with a gleam in his eye, that'sa Morte. When his curses rain down on the berks in the town, he's your bud. When you wander and roam, you know you're not alone now, signore. … (View Post)

The girdle of masculinity/femininity and the helm of opposite alignment. (View Post)

You could cap it at 27. (View Post)

"The Walrus" Goo-goo-gah-joob (View Post)