The opening was marked by an ashen hand.

The opening was marked by an ashen hand. Climbing down the dank hole I encountered painted hands leading the way until in the deep I placed my hand on the imprint.of the great hand

, Khamsa no Kimi, which peered into my soul and saw no evil. The bedrock crumbled, and I fell into a cosmic box. The One Khamsa pulled me out and tossed me into a flux sector above

the cosmic hole. The One told me to hush now while it found a new home for my crumpled, withered body. Drops of dampened moss and earth hung over the edges of my coffin

and a mouldy stench of decay permeated everything. The One rumaged about in his robes for his cellphone, and dialed rapidly. "Hello Dyno-Rod? I have a blockage I need you to clear.

But he was a "glass half full" type person, ya know. Life hands you lemons, you make lemonade, right? He looked around. What could he make with all these feces pieces?

Fecalade has a nutty taste with an aftershock of dead rat. Great to drink if you are on the point of death from dehydration. Only a crazy optimist with feces on his hands like Liam

Neeson playing twister with a gay British boy band would see the genius in this aforementioned drink. I leave the name off it now so subsequent folders can guess what it is. It is

delicious, though. That much I can tell you, as I just finished my 4th one. Neeson stretched over to place his right foot on a yellow spot. "Blimey but your arse is in my face!"

"Now now, how can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?" I didn't know quite what that meant, but with a yell of "Left hand! Red!" I succumbed; terminally twisted.