[whiskey dick] RE:[Col Klink] oh I dont know!

i'm talkin' about the radiation.  the technicolour sparkles that echo from my fingernails under a bleached moon in a sky like a checkerboard pattern.  and the crickets that won't shut up.  and the amazing blue glow that sits around us all, especially if you look hard enough to see it... look so hard it strains the pupils like spaghetti... and you might even see the flashing remainder of an object in motion... and figure eights from your cigarette cherry.

that's what i'm talking about.