warm sloshing ideas

you'd think (with some sort of sputtering giggle) that if you were an underwater sea-slug of some kind of another, that maybe that grotesque hand of yet-dazzling fury (O, that bright hand, grandchild of seething form) wouldn't be able to smother all your dreams as they persperate in shiny multicolored droplets from your slick slimy membrane. Well, what do you think of it, as far as reinvention goes that is? Do you feel, in the warm dark squishiness of your body, a palpatating rhythm writhing forth most likely to be interpreted as hideous laughter or kind yet firm words of criticism. No, it couldn't be that sloshing about within you. Or could it, a wink washes over your body. No, that settles it, (you dive back in to your warm pools of thought) The Megaomnitroid is an accurate, yet altogether uninviting new name for God.