African Barnyard Kaleidescope. Halfway through I got tired. The shapes and colors assaulted my eyes. Blah moo blah. Scene after scene of colorful debauchery. A hypothetical butterfly leisurely dances about the screen. Is this happening or am I seeing this in my mind? words words words words words words colors words scratch scratch balderdash poppycock! I have no more to say. The lights have dimmed. Writing has made me go insane. I'm deep in though. So deep that my eyes have ceased to function and in this world of darkness I see another African Barnyard Kaleidescope. And here. we. GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. The O's in go are like black holes in my soul.
