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 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 Poemtries (cultures), and some general assorted celebrations within the enormous 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.
It is absolutely vital that you are correctly positioned and looking the right way, as you hurtled and spin blindly through the void for a short time. If you do not, it would really be terrible and you might be very silly, esecially if you miss some of the the events that happen to you.
You Will Never Guess How Selfish Baby-Booming Alan Sugar Impersonator Ate Every Single Potato.
Sling your greasy horror windows around some of the new poemtries --->
Keep faith in yourself always! It is sometimes tempting to keep it outside for a while, perhaps when cleaning, or doing some deep introspection, or edifying the constructed self you cling to fervently, but this is wobbly territory. It is possible to then lose the faith, or mistake it for that sack of eggs you were saving. Remember, faith is very much like eggs: it is vital for a meaningful life, it can sometimes fall out the bottom of you during difficult or stressful times, and inevitably there will be some sort of gas involved.
