In our times, it's no crime to use the parlance to please The Parliament Of Trees. It's here again, the spring and here I'm knowing fear so I burn at the touch of the Man-Thing thus handling the Real Thing like coke and it's no joke to smoke and make rings out of things that choke the bloke or in America the fellow fearful of Etrigan The Demon in our ways, we're both yellow, so hello it's a word that's nerdy in a mind that's nerdy and being lost in a hurry and accost the flurry of mindless juries finding me guilty of treason for no real reason other than knowing you don't need reasons when you have heroin so I think I will share again anonymously as this claims to be an anonymous and this parliament is hardly pleased by how much I've been smoking their fellow trees smile like the Joker say cheese there's no more cure for fleas.