Vague Insanty 083

It's not like I am part pyramid anyway. I don't need dead people buried inside me, or crazed priests hacking away at sacrifices all willy-nilly over my beautifully carved facade.

I'm just here, a blocky, rhombus-looking fucker, trying to make the most of it and drinking far too much cider in the meantime.

So maybe all the other shapes laugh at me. The triangles, the circles, the parallelograms, but i'm here, being rhombusy, rocking out old school and trying to deny that my clothes are 15 years out fashion.

I would smoke and swear and dedicate my life to crime and violence – but smoking is bad for you, and crime can get you landed in prison for years and violence kinda' hurts and stuff.

So, I'm not exactly A-Grade Rebel material either.

But I can cook a mean-ass bacon sandwich and I also have an exciting recipe for tuna noodle casserole.

Honestly.

My tuna noodle casserole will convert your religion, and then make you gay, it's that good.

That's why I have to be controlled through the mind controlling space rays and the heavily addictive coffee.

Once my tuna noodle casserole gets out, then it's goodbye Communism, Capitalism, and HELLO Casserole Revolution!