I distile spirits of the most unatural flavors and sprinkle portions of rye forthwards towards the heavens.
Celestial spheres permiate my dome piece, and I weep...
For the penetration which now cristhens my wreith inshrowded cranium has left me with a bitter taste upon my tastebuds.
And thus we are all bound by the same undenyable truths. We are what we are because what has happend is the only way that what is now could ever be what it is because what it is is now and what has happend has happend and could happen in no possible other way because it did.