This is a Vague Whelk socket, the only one probably. Where mind spouts plop all the way out, like thick greasy sausages slowly squeezing out of a bean tin, but noisier and more arousing.

It is time to open your terror peepers, close your noisome quease pipe, and visually engage. Force it down, force it down, it's good for you.

For Space Blep Cats (wisdoms), Space Sloths (hope), vague Poemtry (cultures), and some general assorted celebrations in the distraction from mortality, and other typically utter complete and utter utter rubbish.

~ ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHS ALLOWED plz ~
this stuff is recommended for general PEOPLE only. Moths plz go to the void.

News:

Fan Fiction Predicted That Toilet Bound Waterboard Enthusiast Described His Brain As A Vaccinated Dirtbike.

WILL IT COME BACK?

Philipe Coutinho left us in the night like a wart that you forgot about for a while then you noticed it was gone and you were mightily surprised and then a bit relieved and then actually hey a bit upset and then in time you realised it was for the best really.

Vague Whelk's Philipe Coutinho

We ponder and we quiver on our meadering, spiralling descent. We try not to consider the void as it mirrors that inside us. I AM NOT A VOID! MY SOUL IS FULL UP! WHERE AM I GOING? IS MY SOUL FULL UP?

Blep Space Cat - We all must spiral alone towards our deaths