Journey into the eccentric.

[dipskana]

Send forth a thousand fiery imps,
souls aflame, eyes sparking with malicious intent,
to plaster the walls with propaganda of the
red-hot persuasion.
The rhetoric that burns the minds of the nonbelievers,
cleansing the spirit of icy impurities.
Rebuild the world in a pillar of flame,
a raging...uh...

Damn.

Mentally roadblocked.

My pseudo-rage has vanished...actually, it was never there to begin with. Ah well, I still have these Hot Wing Cheez-its.

You know damn right.