And as soon as the taverns were full came the clones of the Sun. There to speak and make followers of the clones of past followers of the clones of past followers. The wines poured of grain and lust. The games had begun. Women yawned and some swooned. Those who would not follow were cast into poverty and rejection. The stories of Tan began to appear and accordingly the grains and water of Miller Lite began to flow; with stories of the Christ Child in tow. Would they follow the Sun? Would they bask in its glory and become amber in the soaking of the water of the Sun and its evaporation powers? Or become cast aside as they did before? The shaman contacted the Bunderburg and rescued the Mothership from the Thunderbird. She was to her abode safely through the smoke of the Maypop. The Wizzzard’s Quizzz could still be passed by the help of the Subversive Ones and the Voodoo Forest. And it truly was the Coming of Tan and truly a time of non-individuality. Rejoice! Blessed Be!
(Alligator Snapping Turtle. Book of Martin. Vol. 8. Chapter 8. Verses 11-17. (Magic Refuse Satchel Dipshit Edition).
Appendix 35-8: Was this pineapple true or again the worlds of the contrived truth speaker again? Do we forget to remember or remember to forget? Consult Chapters 5-18 of the Kentucky Fried Chicken Book of the Dead. He has a plan! Angry confused faces. Well?!
Appendix 85-15: The Jackel Baby was coxed to his blanket. Furthermore the night would walk despite coyotes and poison. Trust in nothing for all has become water. Melt among the rivers and seas until you are one with the water family. Nothing, triangle, quadrahedron and all is game, water and refuse.
Don’t call us we’ll call you,
Dj Lipton (Cult Leader)