If You Can't Be Twitterpated, Get Schwitterpated

There are those of you, whom, despite the eager straining of your ears have so far, whether it be by change or by design, resisted the clarion call of love.

As your humble internet Doctor I can only prescribe one infallible cure for the lost and lovelorn - Ursonation! It's a magic pill, snake oil, and a work of art all at the same time!

Once you get lost in the lovely arms of Kurt Schwitters' cacophony all need for desire will cease and you can consider yourself officially "spanked by Dadaism."

Your newfound freedom will drape you in collage, adorned with the mental equivalent of the patchwork cloak of the Sufis you will be able to learn new dances, sing new songs. The world will soon be your oyster, but remember "Orbis non sufficit." Love thy enemy - unless thy enemy is love itself.

Kurt Hermann Eduard Karl Julius Schwitters Uber Alles

(Must be 18 or older. Some mental assemblage of this post may be required. Batteries not included.)

CheshireCat might be all over this

mmm Oysters

And I thought this thread would die a sad neglected death.

I won't neglect it's death. But I won't let it have my brains either.