O_O Insane. Like compost on a summer afternoon, sitting on your back porch, in a bowl mixed with vanilla ice cream, mayonnaise, and my grandfather’s nose hair. Like a fresh winter breeze with sprinkles of piss from a fall leaf’s piss bottle. Like a spring evening’s left tonsil dipped in a smoothie made of human pancreas, sprite, and peacock feathers encrusted with grapefruit sparkling water harvested from a cow’s udder.