Brother Inebriartus

For him, and only him, will a curry be scared (or scarred).

Look under the fruit trees in the graveyard. There he is happily collecting the rotting apples, taking them back to his resting place and battering them into giving up their juices. Whacking things has always been Inebriatus’ forte. But now he has developed it a stage further. He uses his skill to create his own communion wine. And we mean his own. Try prising a glass out of HIS hand.

Check his instruments. They sound rather fluid. Case rested. Pickled from the inside.

Posted by arclight at April 8, 2004 02:26 PM