Whence the drums that herald thunder? Must have been the clapping which arose me from my slumber. Yes indeed a pathless one could not hope to see, what strife arises from underneath the earth's crust when naked feet but serve to touch. A drowsy morning does not wake you, nay it merely sends a shiver, down your spine. And whence that cometh? Does the spine not start within the arse, the central point of no return? Yay, it does and yonder it goes for naught can sense it's true purpose.
And so they plunder, drums of war, the sharts of thunder that inhabit my arse.
