En route to the British Car Show in Rugby, Damper Dan had to pass past the anal anomaly of Compton’s Bottoms. As he viewed the grandeur of those glorious bottoms, he was startled by the arrival of a Bug Eyed Sprite. Encumbered by this exophthalmos amphibian burden he leapt to the safety of and old oak stump. He wondered does it travel by egregious exoskeleton or exosmosis ?

In order to induce emmenagogue, Styrofromulus considers the virtues of parlous paroxyms of consumption and dons the unfamous green pickle hat.

Damper Dan kept digging holes for himself. He had dug little ones, medium sized ones,and big ones. finally he got a hole gage, so he could dig one so big he would be swallowed up forever. Then he realized what he needed was a “hoe” gage, because he constantly succumbed to the ideology of the “hoe” which constantly entrapped his life into a world of decrial deceit and lies.

Styrofromulus builds himself a dark cloud.

Damper Dan loved shopping at the Everything Everything .99 Cent Emporium. “OH, WOW!” exclaimed Dan “Recycled Aluminum Cans 12 Pack, just a $1.99, Wow, Oh, Wow! it says right on the can; can be reused as an ash tray, water bottle, beverage container, instant soup holder, spit can, flower vase, mixed drink holder, beer holder (previous use), spare oil holder, second ashtray, travel mug, sand box tool, pillow in emergency, fly trap, wine glass (red or white), and a multitude of other use that you, only you can dream up!” Dan was beside himself. He thought, “should I purchase one or two dozen?”

Styrofromulus, really, really wanted to keep himself full, full of the pure dark aromatic gold that spawned his caffeinated life. Time after time, he keep spilling himself out, gravel roads, bumps, curves, undulations of time and matter. God, Buddha, Confucius, only to be eighteen again, like his step daughter Mahala on her eighteenth birthday today. Happy Birthday Mahala, oh wise sage of the wireless world! Communicate your outstanding passion to the universe!

Astral projection was one of Damper Dan’s favorite pass times. Tonight with the moon almost full Dan let go to the universe. On his first try he jumped the Light-Fan-t-stick.

Styrofromulus, finally finds another journal entry of Thgirw Notyad, dated 27. June. 2000:

Place again, as in, where is that place,that relates to the, self in desire, the, what of, if, in between,all possibilities, of,where you miss that, particular, person, for, the totality of personal, reason, beyond senses, who (for) the memory of, touch.

Damper Dan really loved driving. He was so excited to be sporting along in the curvy roads of the Mysterious Mountains in his new convertible sports car designed by his stepson Bailey. What Dan really loved was the excellent roll in roll out feature, that allowed him to enter and exit the fine  vehicle with ease.

While meditating upon two smooth stones Damper Dan considers existence. “Time” thinks Dan “is our existence. We are time, hurling through consciousness, expanding three hundred sixty degrees in all directions, from each point, expanding at an infinite rate … wait, what’s that noise. ”  Dan heard a rumbling, a grumbling, a mumbling, first he thought it was an old David Bowie song from the album Heros … but then again … wait … that sound … gutteral … gula, ugul, ugula, rugula, … “OH ! Dan thought it’s only the rare annoying excusatory expounding Arugula patch.