Goat Pie Tenderizer!
This is not meant to be profound, inspirational, or even meaningful. It is simply an outcry against the profound emptiness of our mechanical existance, inspired by an intense scrutiny of cabbage trade regulations endorsed by a complacent FDA beurocracy. It all began when I awoke a few days ago to find that my beard had gone and left me in the oscilating tusk-light. Ask yourself! The inner workings of time laid bare before us like a gutted tuna on a hot-plate. The ignorant masses with their synchronized hypocrisy, chanelling their thoughts through the shredded beef-steak remains of American society. What better chance than this to open your mind and step out from the beneath the abysmal blackness of the lumberjack's work-bench. Could it exist? Think about it.