You're not the crispiest meat hat in the shine camp, do you?

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Frunobulax, a crispy meat hat.

By this, he meant to call the Rorschach blot is stupid. The fact that he was conversing with this image in a completely white space was initially cause for confusion, at least to me. Phrases like, "a brain-Gaia hot thought balloon" was strewn about the place, like redundant cassowaries sent by the Holy Spirit to wreak chaos on mankind in the form of murderous kicks.

At first, you can see nothing of what's coming down the tracks straight at you. You're an idiot who thinks that you are spiritually transcendent. You probably can't even yodel. Even in the Balkans, it's indisputable that a guy like this is weird.

As I witnessed the lunatic deconstruction of reality, my back massager spontaneously ignited, sending showers of sparks out the front window, inconveniencing passers-by. Most grimaced, some threw stones which came from the Isle of Man. I took a few wild shots with my 88 teravolt rail gun, slaughtering a Corvette engine, knocking over a fence post, sinking a few into the pavement. They got the message.

Suddenly, A room with a moose. It was a complete surprise to everyone. Curiously, one characteristic it shared with the space where Xavier encountered a living Rorschach image was it was entirely white. There were simply no distinguishing characteristics which presented what seemed an infinite space. Oh, I neglected to mention that the guy about whom this article is written is Xavier: Renegade Angel.

Or was this happening only in my mind? This is entirely possible, since the sensible people I know view my mentations with suspicion and dread. A talented organist improvises a vaguely Teutonic musical piece, adding to the ambiance that never leaves my head, entirely. Oh, some of it certainly leaks out regularly, at times to ill consequence. However, it is as it is, to paraphrase some people I know. How they arrive at such a bold conclusion is beyond my ken.

Speaking of Ken, it seems that Scotsmen are to be found aplenty in Scotland. For some reason, I find that fact interesting.