If only I had an electrified braining machine

Then I'd be able to fool my brain into thinking it was the brainiest year month week day of my life, but alas, it is not. Thus, instead of a prolix post full of a numbing yet mildly entertaining nothing resembling sense that can only be reached by spelunking down an abyss whose vertiginous walls and catacombs are caked with putrescent verse, this sparse post full of nothing but something resembling a void and no dope rhymes, save the following:

How do I loathe thee, let me count the ways.
Noodle, your powers are still out of phase;
Quick! lay down some Star Trek gobbledygoo
Captain's Log, stardate, work damn you, point two

Point of order, I -- fuck it. I was on dope. Sorry. Wheeeeee!

Here's some bread
















and circuses.

















Oh, I've got to stop disconnecting from flesh world. I didn't even hear until today about the ingenious distraction of the Islamofascist black ops assassination of that baby killer under direct orders from Hussein X who's currently in Saudi Arabia delivering even more funding so they can train even more sociopaths. Told you we'd end up fighting them over here.

Anyone else go under? Besides the drunks, that is, and they can always bail themselves out with another glass.

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