Enlightened rants...

[Edwardo Piet]

Yes, but if the towheaded ram doesn't espy the majesty of the dawn, how then are we to conceptualise the disparity between true love and the ersatz love as betwixt the eternally separated offspring of the immortal unknowable infinite and eternity itself? One cannot possibly exist without sure and certain knowledge of the other, therefore they must both necessarily exist even at the expense of themselves. Consequently our mortal endeavours must ultimately fail to seek that which our souls yearn to find; the ultimate truth that subsists within all things that are truly consequential to the infinite mortality of every corporeal entity, thus giving verisimilitude to all logically contingent notions of serendipitous and iconoclastic profundity.

Now prove me wrong.

Well, first you are making inter-textual allusions to nonverbal semiotic structures without properly referencing the culture specific connotations operating within any given subjective linguistic structure thereby confusing them with arbitrary symbol system conventions. You also failed to note that discursive expressions are heavily laden with iconic novelties that cannot be deconstructed into universalizing conceptual categories.

Everyone knows that.

But beforehand one must also, of course, estrange the contradistinction between the salt and pepper Easyland and the bread and butter Merrygoland. Otherwise we're all just going to run into lots of redundant overrated exemplars of Woo and we'll end up pussyfooting around the abacus before falling into a cavern of twinkly despair in TinkyWinkyLand.

Furthermore the laden dots atop the redwood trees are clearly -- clearly -- going to ravage all the unbelievers in the most unesteemed ways if we don't first shove our semi-erect epiphenomenologicality in the collective face of the so-called Sacred Suburbs ™

So then. What do I advise? I strongly recommend the following:

Step 1: Behoove the twinklers.
Step 2: Amass enough faith to jumpstart the upstarts.
Step 3: ??? I forget step 3 exactly but Jesus and Mo should definitely shake hands on it.
Step 4: Please the alchemists with more than enough butterscotch to go 'round.
And, finally,

Step 5: Proceed to step 6:
Step 6: Question nothing and no one apart from The Dark Ones hiding in the olive branches in the hidden archives of Northwest Purple Moldavia. This is paramount.

Because if you skip all those steps before falling down into the blackness of blackness... you'll end up not only a total racist up a creek without a paddle (racist due to inadvertently falling into Metablackness and up a creek and without a paddle due to the meta aspect of it plus the fact I chose to use some blue text for some reason) but you'll also fail to have faith in the correct appliances in the kitchen of paradise and you'll therefore NEVER enjoy a meal paradisaical enough to feast on as you sip the most sanctimonious ambrosia of the gods. And who wouldn't want that?

Think about it.