Dr Stickland is a walrus,
his teeth adopt the personality
of a dongo, and release a certain dimension, in which its freecoming satisfaction could not be undertaken. Indeed its rise into the forgotten domain only signifies its true sense of alienation. Forget or remember? As this is a key question in cascading the extreme promise, the ‘Stickland-esque’ (if I could indeed say it that way), dissembles its raw term.
As I sit here, drinking from a bottle of dreams, I expect a new angle of refreshing magnitude, and will be able to embark on a new structural discrepancy once again. As for now, I leave you with this, ‘hail to the thief!’ and don’t you be forgetting it.