To make “Time Untethered” (ummmm!)

Carefully measure:

5 cups work
2 cups leisure
10 cups pain
1 cup pleasure
A faint taste of spice

Makes (wastes) one human life.

Store in hell. Serve forever.

A Crinkly Coriolis
Aurora Borealis
The Meaning of my Dreaming
Who the Fuck is Alice?

The nature of your face, sir
distresses my good taste, sir
and you will lose it
unless you move it
out of the range of all my lasers

Giant Leeches!
Big as Peaches!
They’ll suck you dry,
don’t even try
to run -
they’re fun!
You’ll make more blood.