For a second I thought maybe I cannot attract the world as I despaired, but then I imagined what evil could happen if ever I knew why. The mob of the world would be fed up, take up arms and uproot the flowers then give them to soldiers of fortune cigs, causing cancer in distant lands.

Eventually the overminers would sell the nuclear weapons to the intergalactical federation of aggies in order to feed the unhungry populace. Then an iron fisted democracy will declare a jihad on commercials and all sorts of bad news, causing too many people to go to heaven prematurely inexperienced in lies. Thus a new era of free cable and the downfall of all diseasiness would ensue.

As I took a took in all these totalitarian happiness in the one eye whilst i try to sleep peacefully with the other, I realized I must be tough to live for purpose driven highs. herein amongst the ruins of in between my temples lie the hope for future collective insanity: excalibore - the mighty tongue that can cleave through cleverness, abomination to all the overwieldy machinery of real things. the underverse will perish if only to tolerate the existence of heroes as long as they swerve from their purposes. now is the hour of poorness we shall conquer or else be lost in laughter...

So be naked, be abrupt, interrupt and be alive! for so many petty reasons i have caught the enemy in mine hands contemplating death, whether his or mines or whoevers i could not tell, but who was me to tell who was who what to do? an unknown force abides, yet ever present to strip the pine from its needles and to devalue the price of the rising bleach. i must stop them, because i could not stop myself.