: OK, you got me. I'm incontinent.

On incontinent waves, sinking into a deep lonely morass of swimming seeds, the long black pseudopod emerges. Its toes at last forget the dreams of sangria days long past, of drums bubbling o'er with yellow radiant beams and soft shuddering April. Amen. I could never almost forget that secret car-crash behind the curtain. Amen again and again and AGAIN!!! AND THEN!

NOTE TO ALL EVILDOERS: YOU BETTER RUN, BECAUSE AMERICA KNOWS EVIL IS BAD!!! All good guys, come on over and I'll fix you a cracker and cigarette lunch or something. No significant work is needed from you.

The last of the dust-bunnies is dead. Long live the New Aquarium!

-Agsts the Drainpipe Man QPM--