"LONGER YOU SHORT D11CK NOW some wish," says Fleta Merna. That IS some wish, Fleta. Actually, if my name were Fleta Merna, I'd avoid throwing stones. I'd tend to my own shortcomings rather than pointing out others' junior johnsons. But that's just me.
Speaking of me, I've been invaded by a death squad of microscopic maniacal ninja monsters, who have karate-chopped their way through my bloodstream and are methodically turning my vital organs into oatmeal. That's the way it feels, at least. And if that's the way it feels, then that's the way it is, 'cause I'm a artist!