God? Shamgod.

(Some Saturday-absolute, hysterically absent-handed Michigan, run down in analog dumpsterdive plexiglass polythene pantomime, lyrical shards hacking through elephant quick-sanding omnivore graveyarded wastelands of static...)

"HE'S AN INFAMOUS MARQUIS REJECT / BABY, BABY / A TYPE OF CUT IN GERM WEIGHT - BABY, BABY / DOROTHY'S DOG CONVERSES SUNDAY / SWEATING OUT PLASM - CUTS, HIS KENNEDY GODDESS OF WISDOM LIFELESS / LIKE A HE-MAN (GIST) / BABY, BABY / AN ARABIAN CRESCENT - SHAPED MOSLEM PRINCE / BABY, BABY / HER UNTOUCHABLE COLLECTION/OF WAR DEITY WAR FLOWER STALKING IN THE BASEMENT / CUED COLORFUL FISH ASSISTANTS / (CARD GAME FOR TWO) / LUNAR VALLEY GOLF SCORE - CRITIC CREATURE (FLAT OUT) / ASIAN RIVER CONCERNING ALAN AND CHERYL / STOP IN THE NAME OF OOH BABY, BABY / DAMP CARD GAME FOR TWO/OCEAN DEATHS / HEROINE / AND THESE SATURDAY CHANCES..."

(the rest was just empty static)

God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod. God. Shamgod.

VRML Mishima needs to make up his mind.