thegrandvomica

when once there was a little clinkety-clink I had that little noise in my hand-head. I ate it and it made me empty like a sad clown. A frowny clown. That which is is is is is not. I want all of you to know that the world is coming under my power. The reign of the beast began on November the seventh, in 1980. I am what should not be. I am what is. All is I. The fungus creeps up my toes to devour all that rests upon them and I say "Stop! The lord Jehovah who resembles a monkey from leper colony #2 has spoken!" Thusly do the trees shake in the wind while my panties cling, sodden, to my knees. This shapelesness vexes me and yet within it I find truth and freedom and something which only a true pervert would call doG. I am doG. Remember.