#26

if taken to the backwoods by a strange backwoodsy character in the dark of night and confronted with emotional mutants dancing to an alien funk beat and twisting their mutant minds of unspeakable beauty and even contorting in coordination with each other to make even more shocking and sublime flower shapes the usual stranger would desire himself far away from this wretched action but one penny in every five dollars would desire to be one of these mutants and be willing to be turned into a fish egg to be reborn as a loathsome mutant only so he could share in the holy celebration of deformity that is so overwhelmingly pulsating before his common eyes and boom booming and spacy generosity of the other planet nations rotating in time with ours and sending signals out to god like this is alright my father and if this moment could only stretch on into infinity and then there would be no reason for words or food as we now know it because those alien mutant vibrations keep a belly full and satisfied and just imagining a piece of broccoli in your mouth can bring the taste sensation straight to your brain and who can argue with the benefits of brain enhancement and imagination