I have a crazy story which i do not recall with much accuracy. It was a hallucination brought about by a combination of a 104 degrees fever and twice the usual dosage of a potent laxative.
From what i can recall, this story involves Star Trek, an alien race living inside my stomach to protect a crucial heat source, and me interrogating my feces.
"The accumulated filth of all their sex and murders will foam up about their waist and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout "Save us!"...
....and I'll look down and whisper "no."
- Rorschach







