(fire?), (sardines?) ???
LSD–1955. It's needed for a surprisingly large number of alchemical processes that ewe have, unsurprisingly, never heard of either.
My publicist tells me that I should shut the fuck up, but then I wouldn't have any reason to talk about her at all, since she's totes imaginary—fortunately, discerning the difference between fantasy and reality is, unsurprisingly, a discipline needed to be an effective Sourceror, no matter what the job is TODAY. So I am clear from Sith Lord’s activities. (And, judging from the news reports I'm getting from The Plane Of Fire, I am delighted to be so.)
Thanks for the suggestion(s). I would assume no one minds if I eat sardines on an empty stomach and then don't brush my teeth for the next two weeks, right? Then I'll match my hat.
If any of this seems confusing to you, then you probably just have to go back to sleep. Kat Stephens will fix it.
Michael Aquino is still dead & loathing. I don't know why this matters, but I left the bus right here. Oh, right: I cured that.
(Even I don't know what this s*** means. You people are sick.)
