January 16th, 2003 - 1:21 p.m.

The present presentation of perticular problems, pertaining to problematic puncutation. (Pun intended.)

Overnight, winged imps have absconded with the brains with the use of outdated medical implements, resembling teeth from an unknown mechanical monster.

And replaced the cavity with odd objects.

The hypothalamus with a small ivory hippopotamus, that is crying for pancakes.

The frontal lobe with bagged forensic evidence from a crime never committed.

The lateral fissure with electric wire, coloured plastic long sun faded and brittle.

The axons with propaganda from an axis alliance.

The dendrites with dander, and rites of passage.

And now, all thought resembles a stagnant pond, with a pound of mosquito larva, excited at the whining noise their wings will soon produce.

And, in the shuffle of paperwork, the neck has forgotten that it is a congruent part of bodily enterprise, and is lodging a complaint, along with a numbing strike. Labour unions ought not exist within the body.

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