message to senor strange:

[barbaloot]

Recompensating for the outlandish state of mental affairs conglomerating in pockets of mucous throughout a certain participant's brain cavity, this message is brought to you by several complimentary hands. Warning: today's lecture has been appropriately avoided for the sake of ruffles in shades of pink, blue, and more revolting splendor for numbers that are a direct mimic of their shorter height physical counterparts. .... indeed a discount fortells of a certain 'not to be anymore in the future future'. While this may perturb the turbulance of neurotransmissions, no doubt flabbergasted in their way with such news, but let them not evade their destinations like so many polk-a-dotted girls who send thoughts to William Shatner in time spent more productively working out the pH levels of [in]significant letter combinations with specified capitalizations. Instead, let the thought of a past future's web ease the mind with anticipation of an even better supply of color and texture to the centers of the brain which control the nether-half.
Eat your rutabagas-fried-kitten,
Unicorn Theory