I see humor in permutation, bad installation, cosmetical amputation as my detached leg is mucho funny because it bends at the fun knee after post-Europid war with ghost ***** Al Gore whose ****'s sore from sleek perturbations of ontological mayhem in a pig runt's pore as I see that you're limping before ****** who need pimping unto queers who fake primping. I see that you are skimping on a love-less blood & a bloodless love flowing through slashed arteries that I'm crimping & yet the Earth has NO measurable curvature, nor are the fantastical speeds of mechanicalistic yaw, wobble, revolution & rotation provable. Water seeks its level. No gaseous atmosphere can envelop a body that is open to the vacuum of eternalistic space.