Also "who the hell is this C A M person?! What an impostor! He's even trying to write like Camazotz but he's not even close.
It is oft said: imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
Balderdash and horse feathers.
Imitation can just as often be the most sublime form of sabotage!
(AC/DC tribute bands, anyone? Or the Goodyear blimp instead of the majestic LZ 127 Graf Zeppelin. Helium instead of hydrogen. Sex during Star Trek
instead of sex under the tracking stars... all the way down to plastic instead of paper.)
I daresay, these last several hours, I've been "mashed-up" up as it were, like some promotional golemic sculpture assembled from old Ford automobile parts, talcum powder, and a box of hyena bones.
Oh, once I was lost, but now, I have been found.
Now, to re-purpose this Chinese Checkers board C A M left behind into a proper Sieve of Solomon variant.
The marbles shall serve as astral buckshot to thwart those ~less than desirable spectres.~
Also, I have novel critique request packets to assemble for Tom Robbins, Tim Dorsey, Joe Bob Briggs, and "Larry" at the bait and tackle establishment near _ _ _ _ _ Lake.
I use only the best of the best to obtain solid feedback and suggestions for my work.
It's not even noon and I am anticipating the inevitable burning of midnight oil.
Holy catfish crucifried on a lightning rod. The day's already halfway to the Western Crypt.
(I am suddenly reminiscing about Zenith television sets and tall glasses of iced tea just before a moonshot... a nearby dismembered LIFE magazine splayed and sacrificed as lining for Castro the Parakeet's birdcage.)
Despite my current state of disorientation, I will prepare a proper cenotaph for my would be doppelgänger.
It's good to be back and I appreciate your loyal energies.
My following may be modest in size, but it is damned superior in its graceful dexterity and cannot be surpassed!