Green eggs eating me alive and rearranging my hands into a body of their own, defecating upon my severed head (what's that, mother? A candle of peace of mind of me of you of slopplily played rhythms)!, chanting bible verses, having a blood orgy with my blood which they previously used to paint the walls. Mick Jagger is crying, he wanted it painted black. Circles are invisible circles, but they are visible circles. Just like a circle.
