Rev. Twitch

Edifications of Refractory Illucidations

Upon request, my mind has taken a dramatic
ascension in (what we will call for the sake of
argument) "MOOD".

Is it the prospect of leaving the carney death zone? Is it
the impending rectal invasion? (no that can't be it) I
suppose it has more to do with my recent acquisition of
a member of the florae genus. Hard to say really.

I have decided to brunt the forced blows from this
mortal coil with increasing impunity and merciless
mirth.

Life is dead
Long live Life