chaosmachine

After subjects ingestionsof dried fungus, he begain spouting off random and yet structured nonesense. Claiming to be the president of Montana, and after becoming so by giving away t-shirts that said free t-shirt on them, he deported all cows from Montana that didn't say moo, such as the ones who can't speak and say muute, or the frnech cows le moo...etc. His next rant was to describe how the ceiling would smell like the defintion of the word funny, no not smell funny but smell like the DEFINITION of the word funny. He was heard to say that you would have to hullicnate to see what he is seeing to hullcinate. And that he is 2 not 1, and is a square number thats even, cause if he was odd he'd be complex and irrational. Pliers do comply just ask him. His ego is the afformentioned square number of chrome bals rolling in front the fridge on the kitchen floor. All groping for a glass of milk. He went on to say that once the sky is bleached white, everything can be written in big block letters on the sky to tell peopel important fatcs,such as what rugs say, they say "blaaahh, step on me"
At the end of his speech, he let everyoneknow that he could not distinguish between speaking his thoughts and speaking to people.