I have good news Smoggmaticus! My time at the asylum grows short, it seems that the board has gotten
tired jealous of my ranting
and insanity quick wit and devilish good looks and has begged
(Mwahahahahah! I repeat, begged!) the neighboring province’s doctor, Hurdek the
Physician to take my insane and annoying overbearing and incredible
presence to his unworthy clutches.
He owns a notable psychiatric installment in the province of Whotheheckcares, and it seems that he will be coming to get me soon enough. But, I have a plan of escape, indeed! I have been conniving for three days straight and have figured out my escape, for you see, they will not be taking me to his hospital not by space ship or submarine as
I thought for
two and a half days as you might have suspected. And so, through many hours
of thinking, I have realized that I will overpower the guards with my handy
dandy Can of Ferret Bile deodorant, which I smuggled through customs many years
Indeed, they will no doubt have much less guards at the hospital, though their notable hypodermic needle sub-machine guns could pose a
problem brablum. But I have a plan.
1: I’ll bash the guards flying me there with my above
mentioned deoderant Can of Ferret Bile deodorant and fly away
before they can recuperate and give chase.
Thine eyes are liken unto a squishy plum, freshly plucked from a blooming corn stalk in winter,
Thy lips are like swollen pools of hydrochloric acid, with toilet paper spires clogging the sunset