The dope-smoking towel was convinced that whenever he toked up for a fix he was magically imbued with a new sense of ingenuity and acumen. Every germ of thought in his pea-sized, two-dimensional brain suddenly approached Einsteinian relevance and magnitude.
I love irony, and sometimes I invite delusion. So since all my ideas are good ones, and I need a refinery for the crude pulp racing through my corpus collosum, I feel this blog name is fitting.
Stop me if you think I've gone way too far, because surely I will.
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