We are me thecanisms, a band of retired army men here to read you slam poetry about all the boring shit we did before retiring. Allow me to introduce to you the crew
Oshes A'reilly, A Very Cis Person thank you
Brumbot Drian, he can drive
Tumpowder Gim, still never got over the "shooting" thing
Avy Ilexandria, completely illiterate
Ryron Rarius ron Bmvaum, we dont know how to pronounce it either
Caphella la Rognizi, has a degree in some sort of science and will not elaborate beyond that
Rastya Nasputina, she did NOT sleep with our commanding officer at boot camp stop. Asking. About. It.
The Soy Toldier, a small wooden man I carry in my pocket who we use as the talking stick when we argue
Donny J'ville, good ol' Donny


















