Descending to the Muck
Strange goings on. Sometimes one just has to hole up in a dark mineshaft long forgotten by the straight and narrow and imbibe whatever one finds there. It's a form of abusive meditation and many stand by it. Clues you into the weird things scratching at the soft white underbelly (SWUB) of the bedrock reality normally beneath one's boots.
Many times, these trips will take those intrepid enough into the horrifying subgenerate world of "mass culture," "commerce" and "compromise" with those suckling little vermin who live down there and seem to enjoy it. Strange... mystifying... many times hypnotizing and sparkly, it is important to afix your lifeline to a firm and sturdy reminder of why you hated these things from afar.
Many times, these trips will take those intrepid enough into the horrifying subgenerate world of "mass culture," "commerce" and "compromise" with those suckling little vermin who live down there and seem to enjoy it. Strange... mystifying... many times hypnotizing and sparkly, it is important to afix your lifeline to a firm and sturdy reminder of why you hated these things from afar.