TENS OF THOUSANDS OF YEARS AND TWELVE MINUTES HENCE, a new day shall dawn.
A day when twerking exists only as a distant echo of frivolity and civilization gone by. When that weird smell you could never get out of your drapes is as distant a memory as the drapes themselves or yea, even the idea of the word "drapes." When the history of life itself has been repeatedly overwritten like a VHS tape of the bar mitzvah of a cousin you barely remember.
ONLY ON THAT DAY will Everything Goes Cold
at long last rise from their ancient slumber, in a performance featuring the first glimpse of their upcoming album, "Black Out the Sun."
Either on that day or December 6. Whatever.
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