Praise the lord Jesus as he fucks the virgin Mary and burns a cross in remebrence of his lord father which does not reside up there, but down here in the bowels of broken Earth, covered in excrement that slides from the backside of a miners ass as he drills into the whore that he picked up on 4th street where the church of unearthly creatures reside to eat the fresh off the bones of the last surviving scapegoat.
Shit, I don't remember where I put my car keys. The one instrument which will drive me away from my mind, which is already corroded from the cell phones that I use in order to contact the spirits of Jeagermeister that slides down my throat and cloads all thoughts and judgements that would make me write words like this so that I can entertain the thought that I am not dead and still alive and... so are you.
Remember that, as you slip into the electric chair and prepare for the ride of the end of your existence that is cloaded like the smoke from your last ciggeret that is round to remind you that it is all one circle and never ending.
Your sitting there, wondering if this will end, and I don't know the answer to that question because my mind races so fast that even I can't comprehend what I will do next.
All I can say, is in the great words of Douglass Adams.

DON'T PANIC!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!