There's a kid or some kids somewhere. I'll never know them. They're particle-puzzle-cubing right now. They might be mini-misanthropes from Moose fart, Montana. Furthermore, they might be Demi-dystopians from Dog dick, Delaware. Furthermore, they dig my demonic dramas. The metaphysic maims them. They grasp the gravity. They'll dude it out with their demons. Furthermore, they'll serve a surfeit of survival skills. Furthermore, they won't be chronologically crucified. They'll shore up my shit. Furthermore, they'll radically revise it. Furthermore, they'll pass it along.

Destination: Morgue!