The Garden of the Blind

Wednesday, I was driving behind a car with a sticker in the rear window saying, in bloody letters, “TWIZTID” (the last letter could have been a P, but it was probably D). Lacking an obvious meaning, we guessed.

“The Way is Zeal. Toward it: Death”
“That was incredible, Zack. Take it, dude!”
“Today: waffles, including zebra, tea (iced), and donuts”
“This was intensely zany. Ten icky ducks.”

Further investigation reveals that it's the name of a band. How boring.