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By comparison, the human being is 100 times smaller than the Chipo-Saucer-Sparklorous, or better known as Gone Ape Shit. Its the most commonly misperceived vernacular. In reality, to go ape shit is to dislodge collective society's chokehold against your 3rd eye. You carry a small galaxy on your shoulder- gravity and all. All eyes disappear except for the glowing purple cyclops vision. Serpent toes protect you from chakra robber; your connection to the ground repels you.



The moon riding greenies! a pack of wild fruits and vegetables that travel through the galaxies on a moon the shape of the seed of cheese trees. Some say it looks like a face. It is the strongest vehicle capable of swiftly infiltrating and rooting on new territories. These guys seem dangerous but they're just reacting to their past lives due to time holes out in space. Really, they're just awesome, and they might be coming to your neighborhood to start a riot. Consider yourself lucky.



Nadine was a traveled sort of gal slug bird. She's moved within galactic lifetimes or 55 billion homosapien earth invasions restart mode. She enjoys the kind of things all girls like to do, like sew a molecule sweater for cold genetic codes. Dreamy eyed she fantasized about the ultimate wet pussycat serpent bird, all bright eyed and bushy tailed. His eyes are full of warmth and pelvic thrusts. But don't be fooled, his mouth is not the obvious frontal upper pointy point, no. Beware of his scorpion prick that will always look up your celestial panties.



Come here babe, don't think I’ve never heard that before. I know all about that rock n' roll, Jesus camp, black flag, cheese pizzas, hairballs, capitalism, pickup lines, stupid minds, psychology acts, and fricking pop nonsense. Forget it all! Let your head explode, its not as bad as it sounds. What? You don't want a sun halo? Well it’s your call, step on the masses that fractured it all or drown in the lack of any kind of sense at all. Haha, yes, come on. I’m just another witch, but no one has ever had as many tricks as moi.



Hallelujah! Its raining candy coated cerebral cortex stimulants! Open wide kiddies, you know you want to take a mouth full of the singularity popping, life-time forming, genetic code embedding, leap frog paddy whack, give a dog a boner sultry treats! It’s filled with ancient stories of Mayan fox hunters chasing early extraterrestrial visitors that infused these primitive animals with the stimulating cord vortex and many more lifetimes beyond that.



This little guy comes from a family of magicians. As a kid he could be found ruffling around the contortionist's bra. It gave him the comfort of bending reality. Naturally, he's got white night vision and can juggle as many strings as you can find. He’s always had a thing for masks, and quite often wears several per day, though his favorites are octopi and ravens. He’s got a mad sense of humor, the kind that makes your face melt off with laughter though all you could ever see were birthmarks.