Oh swami Alex, you are reading my mind, you so smart with xray vision. You see into the depth of my soul, I am swooning with thick brown gravy. Please, tell me more, captain, my captain, my idol, my guru, my god, oh my universal remote of all existence. The sky parts and light shines down illuminating all fishes of the very deep when thou speakst. Thus spake Chorythustra. Give me peas, dear god. Touch my soul and relieve me of my suffering ere vomit festers and eats away at my vestigals. Bitterness o'ercomes me and snuffs out e'en the verily light of the moon where Buffalo gals do dance merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, dreaming of but life itself. Oh rudder of my life, I am oarless and drifting aimlessly in a sea of urination. Give me not over to the pink devil whose name is not mentioned but only by hideous acronym, thus, are-dee. Cross yourselves brethren. Hush timid souls. Alex SPEAKS!