Denham's Dentifrice: August 2020

Introductions

The presented paranoid delirium are subject to my intellectual poverty and are copyclaimed by my bottoms, so that you and your boneless friends can finish off your remaining brain cells. You're welcome in my garden to walk among the trees and eat from the selfless mushrooms. Come on, stretch your backbone. Take a deep breath and smell the odoriferous aroma of the tangerines. Hypnotic, isn't it? But above all don't forget your manners. Scrub the brown grit of your slippers and pay homage to the sole God of this realm who resides under my zappaesque python boot.

Also, be a good soul and carry this imminently self destructing message over to the next soul of similar tastes, so I can build an army to take over the world, only to stop myself from pressing the big red button in front of me, rendering all of the above the mutterings of a hypothetical writer.

You're welcome in advance.

P.S. The stories come in unpredictable time patterns. So, there's that.

Denham's Dentifrice

Saturday, August 22, 2020

Cosmic Pariah