HIT PLAY WHILE YOU'RE READING Jesus! It's another day in the HQ, and I'm dying here. My head exploding. A terrible potpourri of illnesses. I'm trying to be creative, but that fails. What should a man do when faced with such obstacles? Interwebs, perhaps the final frontiers. I will never get the funds for space travel, so my explorations are binary, the search for LOL. Murky, like a glass filled with spit. Containing blood and mucus. This is a voyage, a venture, a trip, oh yeah. Obscurity is my game now. I have nothing to say. I cut, I paste, chew, spit out, muck about Restaurant City, I choke on empty words. This text is the equivalent of a metal band's lyrics sheet. I'm not saying anything. This is empty, blank, hollow words, not meaning, no intentions, nothing. Nothingness. Gotta go now. There's a meeting I gotta attend.