There seem to be two entities that cannot escape the mighty crush of Time's fist:
Happy Birthday Apostle.
We tried to find you a Rock N Roll Clown, but he was passed out. His nose was bleeding. He had soiled himself. He was muttering something about cocaine.
We are days away Texas. Watch out. The streets will flow with the blood of the non-believers.
BTY 4 Life
The High Priest