Out of sight, out of mind.

Out of sight, out of mind.

Out of mind, out of mind.

Can't get back in! Can't get back in! Why is mission control repeating itself? Da Da deet deet dumm dumm . I can't get that image out of my head...like real perfection. Out of mind

outta-sight! Can you dig it? Mission out-of-control: you got it all wrong, man. You gotta let go & just let things be. If I could describe what I have seen it would blow your mind.

the words read. It was an eldritch concept, strange and wonderful. The cycolpean eddies of deranged thought and cool breezes of forbidden pleasure were all

lost on me, having spent my entire life in the monastery after having been a foundling. I did not understand these strange beckonings toward desire. To me they were like a foreign

the Pope slammed the brakes and flung my Foreigner CD out the window. "Hey!" I protested. He pointed to his miter, "Ima Pope! Nuf' said. Play Flat Bottom Girls. Mercury rocks!"

The poopmobile accelerated alarmingly, the holey poop now hopping & bopping behind the wheel, shoulders swaying to the beat of "Ridin' ".He was too engrossed in the music to notice

That the stench was suffocating thousands of pedestrians. The holey poop found its resting place in a former steel mill foundry. There it was buried under layers of pixie dust.