And I would like, since you asked, to crack the world in two and fuck its blistering molten core. It’s true, I’ve never fucked, but it’s also true that I see angels drowning in the strange dark places between dreaming and waking and going insane. I don’t mean literally I mean figuratively I mean open your eyes, Vim. You’re at the Crossroads Mall, wandering the food court. Grab a Hot Sam, an Orange Julius, some Boardwalk fries. Get in the photo booth, pull the red curtain, put in your dollars. Four quick flashes and wait. The strip comes out and surprise! You’re still your same dipshit self.