"How Many Times can you say the word 'Roasties'?"

While you're here, you might as well make yourself comfortable with a nice bottle of Clamberry juice, and don't forget your raisin crackers!

Sometimes, when it's very quiet outside, and the wind is just right, you can hear the call of the electronic mincemeat tarts, they beccon you, as if in a dream, and who are you to resist their urging? You stagger out into the chilly night, nothing on but a single sock and your Ghostbusters baseball cap. You are no longer in control of what you call "Your Body", you are simply an observer, watching from a bazillion miles away, standing with Abraham Lincoln and Buddy Epson on the peak of a great mountain, topped not with snow, but with thousands of tiny little plastic smurf hats. You can't help but wonder, why is this word bigger than all the rest? Why are you there? Who is behind it all? Then you remember; some questions are stupid, and you continue to gaze accross the void. For you see, the void is all of us, and we are lost in what we think as time, but what is really an albino blue-jay, confused and hungry. Have you figured it out yet? Yes? If so, I'm sorry to say that you're wrong. if you think you have it figured out, then it has changed. This is the way it has always been, since the dawn of albino blue-jay.

Don't let them get you with their riddles, even they don't have everything figured out. Who are they, you ask? well, that's a long story, one I don't have enough time to write here. Okay, I guess I can tell you...

Later.

Right now, the important thing is that your brain doesn't melt. (It's not, even though it may feel like it) In fact, nothing is melting, it's all just an image being projected on your brain by two reversed, inverted lenses. If I had been in charge, I would have made things a little clearer. But I'm not, so things are like they are.

Okay, It's later...

But I've forgotten that part, mainly because it has changed, and no longer exists in my mind (or yours) in the same form as it did. You stand in the middle of a vast wheel, so large in circumference that you cannot see the edge from where you are. Every here and there is something that could be another person, but it's hard to tell. Sometimes they are closer to you, sometimes so far they're gone. But they're not really gone, their own wheel has simply taken a trip somewhere else, for now. minutes are hours here, minutes are seconds. seconds are days, and none of this (what you're reading) matters, because this exsists within seconds and minutes and hours and days, while you stand on your wheel.

Don't let it spin out of control. But wait, that's not possible. The wheel is always in control, either of itself, or by another unseen force? what do you think? what do you see? can you see past your wheel? IS there anything past your wheel?

You're not falling. No matter how it may feel, you're on a level surface with no problems. safe. But, how safe can somebody be? When you are trapped in the safe, with the door closed and the tumblers shuffled, it is very dark. Safe and dark. dark and scary. but not scary, because you're safe.

safe and alone.

never alone. Your are always surrounded by ones. Many ones, who together, create a unit. Or instead of a unit, you can call it a Scooby-Gang. Or instead of a Scooby-Gang, just call it a Lenny. My Lenny is composed of millions, some I have met, some I haven't yet. But I know I will, because my Lenny if BIG!

What is this?I mean, I can read the label, but really, what is IN it?? Is it, like, a petroleum product? Some kind or water-based goo? I don't frighten easily, but this is one of those things..How does it exist? was there really so much of a market for it that a company was thinking, "Hey, let's manufacture this!" and then they went out and sold it for One Dollar a can, and made enough to go to the movies that weekend.

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