Mr. Moon's Army of Hoodoo Dolls

I've abandoned the way of the warrior. Don't worry I now spend my time mastering the Dark Art of Hoodoo. It's darker and more redneck than it's far more popular cousin, Voodoo.
I shake Malevolent and rattle Omniscience.
It's exhausting and painful but I do it for you.
For us.
So we can be better connected.
Mr. Moon's Nightmares is burping and lurching forward, like a beast towards Babylon, into reality. So very soon my nightmares will be your nightmares. To celebrate it's release I've made a Hoodoo Doll of you. Not to hurt you dear friend, but allow that paranoia to wash over you. It makes the nerves tingle and you shouldn't deprive yourself. Refreshing, I know, how to feel alive. Back to the doll.
I must say, the likeness is nearly madding. Your face so tiny on this little rag doll. You look happy for what it's worth. And the magic hasn't even begun.
Once you get your hands on Mr. Moon's Nightmares a connection will be made between you and your dolly. Comes the magic. It floats on the air electric and smelling of springtime and decay.
When Willie Nelson told me no one heard Pancho's dying words I got sad.
Sometimes sad is good. It stirs inside you and you feel it. Congratulations! You're alive.
Back When Beulah Was Beautiful will make you sad. As you read I'll watch your dolly frown.
But, you'll feel it. And be alive.
I want you to feel it. I want you to feel something.
Every tale in Mr. Moon's Nightmares is a shot to your brain. From my nightmares to your mind. Don't fight it, just roll with it. Let it take you away. That's all I want is to take you away.
Shed reality for an hour. As you read I'll watch your doll's face change. Cringe and grin. Frown and pop.
I shake Malevolent and rattle Omniscience.
Mr. Moon's Nightmares is coming soon.