Ecstasy.S

I'm taking a small break from all the wonderful excesses of National ShoggothHood Week to meditate. There's no bliss more blissful than contemplation of the Great Mother of the Six-Petal Wibbles. Here's how you do it. Find a quiet spot and bunch of friendly Sneakes (that's right, Sneakes; very sneaky snakes) to act as cushion for your fat ass and custodians to your fragile vile body. Invoke the Holy Optik Chaos. Drain your mind of all mundane stuff...and watch the pretty Wibbles float out of the dimensional hole produced by the combination of your propitious format and your great need to forget, be it only for a short time, the horrors of the incoming American election, the ineluctable TTIP and the fact that the Xmas frenzy has already started. Happy dribbling!