JUST LIKE BOB'S SEVENTH BIRTH
The Anti-Pithy of the In-verse/that's this Void of World! DEATH is a straight line to its own Birth. Wake up the nails! Jailtime for flashing the millionth super-nova under the cap. I deny all rules pertaining to Zen Happy-Cat Riot Imagination. Lose control to contain the losers in their own Eternal Bliss Sense. Jerry Lewis is laughing without sound. The bubble shits! The psychology of a lotta blood practicing levitation. UFO anger! Death to the Straights? Yes, it is the fear of scorpion baths. Yip! The clean robot hears my confession and can't forgive me. NUTHIN! CANCEL THE HAPPY UFOs! I am the Ape who prongs God in Brazil. God has a cigarette after the germ-free Weep-Jag. END OF LIGHT!