Dolly is sick!

Keep designing those lipgloss ads!
--Petunia T. Tugglesworth

To relate my vision of a true romantic "supersymmetry" vacation -

These are only LOCALIZED anti-entropic strategies. Before the dinosaurs there were fewwer spills. The sunlight was a yellow less dirty. We washed the angel's feet and our footprints moved over the landscaping. And the dishes unpiled themselves glamorously in the sink.

I have to go investigate - the hallucinated bottle rocket bursts are coming closer.

-Joan
--Joan !

Sadly Joan,
The world is...
crushed. I don't think I can mine through to hyperparadise the way you talk it. So I say goodbye. Though all hellos too will be as undone. Fucking physicists never were forward thinkers.

(My! It's getting mighty hot!)

Now for the mantra - repeat after me:
Run legs, run! You're not quite lucid yet. You've got to burp! You've got to sigh! You've got to pass gas!

I know! I know! The pit is a hole, the opposite of the big bang. Oh won't that please me though when that awful music is all shut up!

Unity!

--Aarthur Heavyuniverse

Hello Petunia!

PPP AAA VVV EEE TTT HHH EEE WWW OOO RRR LLL DDD !!!
--Knife me!

This poetry sucks. Repeat my mantra - you suck. Die.

Keep my navel open???

You really aught to get out more.
--Fuck-all.