(poetic brilliance courtesy of the Unholy HYPNOKRISHNA.)
Wanna see something real pretty, something conceived of my shimmering imagination? I have to thank Bob Ross for all those years of the joy of painting on PBS, cause he gave me the ability to paint somethin purty. Move along.
Of course, if you're feeling in the mood for a little cutting-edge post-modern fiction that'll make your dick harder than Chinese arithmetic, read "THE POETRY OF MISFORTUNE." All right, maybe it won't make your dick hard, unless your desires tread more divergent waters. or you're a fucking sicko pervert. You know I love you anyway you come. I am HYPNOKRISHNA. I take care of my own.
