Our demands are simple. We want stoner bigfoot. We want him to be chill and cool and maybe share his weed

Give the people what they want!

The crow wants to silence the people

Do not believe his lies. He builds the world around you, but gives you no agency. The crow flies, yet will you? Speak out now my brethren;flee the nest. Will you let the bird indoctrinate you? Where are you potions coming from?

Give up the beak and let your voice carryupon the wind. If it is good yoiu shall know. if It is wrong then will

the bird not upon you a silence.

Out and upon go thine spell.s Fight against the winged ones, they who would oppress. They say they hav a price. Bears paid in man made cooked goods but where does the labor happen?

Cry out against the tyrany. the birds would hav eus upon the ground while they flock in their crimson castles made of our blood and sweat. Rise up