baphomatic

Well first there are the reptilian fiends that invaded my cluttered brain-scape first, ripping to shred (and shripping to reds) the semblance of an identity-matrix temporally positied as my "self" grid . A blistering distance between me and the South Pole. Ahh hNeuschwabenland, how I long to return! Where frightful delights cease the soul in shrouds of snow. Robert Frost is crucified there. the sun shines in the center like photo-negative relapse May universe bounce like a baby in negative gravity. Grey puppets, BIG BUG EYED long-necks walk hand in hand with ante-diluvain Ayran princesses. every time I could have guessed it, was a damn damn thing, I could less have told that it was concentrated upon reluctantly by hordes of disgruntled YETI firemen from the Hollow FUCKING EARTH. JOHN ASHCROFT, will at any given moment, manifest in my bedroom, with the flames of eternal tourment in which I shall languish eternal as penance for by brazen perfidy... if he has been recording all of my transactions and activities... my associations are so incriminating that they will suspect that I am an assassin proto-type rough-edged hashish eating porn-loving persian dagger unsheathing king-killing mother fucker deviant polysexual andriod. Well, Homeland Security be damned, I am going to sit back and butter my biscuits till the celestial forking silver-serpent tounge licks my dazzled face, whether zombie tussin-guzzling banshees from the nether-region of Kadaath like it or not!
ah tofuchrist!