This is the primary Vague Whelk socket in this quadrant. The only one probably. Where mind spouts fall all the way out, slowly and noisily, and with very satisfying plops.
It is time to fully open your terror peepers, close your noisome queaser pipe, and prepare your cruttle hutch for some quality profounds.
For Space Blep Cats (wisdoms), Space Sloths (hope), vague Poemtry (cultures), and some general assorted celebrations within the enormous void, and other typically utter complete and utter utter rubbish.
~ ABSOLUTELY NO MOTHS ALLOWED plz ~
this stuff is recommended for PEOPLE only. Moths plz go to the void.
I'm Literally Screaming! Did You Hear That Apocalypse-Preparing Aubergine Collector Plotted Attack On Garden Center.
I have had plenty of eggs today, but even so I will not forget where I came from. The void is in us all, probably just above the bum or somewhere in that region