In my on-going attempts to properly undress stoner rock and bring it backwards into my bedroom, i have stumbled upon perhaps her finest maiden yet. I’m talking buckets of goat blood upon the inner sanctum of that which is most unholy kind of shit. This is it, folks. Behold, Earthless!

So imagine you meet God and it turns out that he’s just a really bad stand up comedian… and worse is that now, he won’t leave you alone.