And it wasn't not grand for our children's children to rejoice in the splendor of Endor and embark on journeys to holy lands where fires burn continuously to please the gods and quench their thirst for wrath and bloodlust as all came down upon their heads within seconds of triumphing endlessly against the winds of time. Men who thought (or were thought) invincible soon proved otherwise. This was no laughing matter, for you cannot spell SLAUGHTER without LAUGHTER.

But as it is and as to that, we are not what we think of regarding the movements of the platypus, yea, but a new poignant empire is struck from the very graft of a hobnob and a door's underside which couldn't yet bat as always been haven't a won away any ever again today or at all do I see you? Not in verily, but in truth and all dreams and kayaks, which burn like moths in the night as we overlook our past sins in the hope they'll be forgotten and blow away like dust in the moonlight or better yet be evaporated and reduced to fishflakes!

"But what is this thing which you long for?" Edward asked gleefully as Jacob speared his tuba through his torso like spaghetti in the ghetto on a Thursday afternoon. "Eh?" Nothing could be hear as he carried about his work and his angel's dusts in a carton made of balsa wood without fingernail clippers to weigh down his uncle's aunt's sister's mother's second-cousin's final losses and dreams as we hung ourselves with bags of linen while Lenin watched us and laughed, weeping tears of molten iron which burnt the ground as they landed upon the surface of a planet whose name mustn't be revealed for fear of retribution from false gods in the act of anger and vigilance while vigilantes issue vendettas against virtuous vicars who view valueless Vikings as very violent.

PAH! KAH! TAH! RAH! Where art thou at the moment of thine conception? Are ye amongst monkeys who stroke kittens on clouds, with angels in trees? Why art nothing answerable in the realm of this story? Let us continue as the lovely lady from London longs for her lover lavishly looming on the lonely horizon of horrors and whores. It is Tanzania we are bound for. But as to that, I don't think a plane will do. Let us take a bus from New Saturn. Emerging from chaos is not a way of life, but merely an illusion upon which the greatest musicians of the age have based their symphonic harmonic pop ditties upon ever since the age of Apes and Angels passed so very long ago…

But nigh, have were heard on high, as a speed boat goes bigh, its captain reading Catcher in the Righ. It wasn't to be sadly, since our elves are unlike yours in ways that you can never truly hope to comprehend until your wallabies are swallowing jackalopes whole or your whether-vein is pointing due north on a blazing hot day in February or in the frigid days of August. Elmer's Glue. Extermination is the way to lose the war. Which is our ultimate goal to achieve it which is our lost cause. Pariah or messiah? I don't know any better than you don't.

Let chaos erupt and the world crash around us.