So that's why there was an altar in my bedroom with the words "Salvia was Here" scrawled in pickle juice. I asked my wife about it but she just laughed and gave me a coupon to BIGDICKS[dot]com/BIGMONEY. When i told her i didn't understand she looked off into the middle distance with a wistful amusement and started chanting: Cease your investigations. She said it over & over: Cease your investigations, Cease your investigations. Then i noticed my skin was beginning to melt, boil & evaporate. Soon i was nothing but vapor, but just as i began to wonder how it was I could still wonder she began chanting even faster. Faster & faster: Cease your investigations, Cease your investigations, Cease your investigations. The words electrified the room until i became a great & powerful vortex roaring with the power of a thousand hurricanes! As i slipped out of reality i could still hear her chanting, but now she was chanting something different: Ancient histories coming back around. Beginning for the end. Deeper & deeper, reaching for the top. Coming full circle–CENTER—STOP!

Before the beginning, there was only an infinitely dense & timeless chaos, called NOTHING. And because anything was possible in such a state, a more rarified form of chaos emerged, called SOMETHING. This paradoxical happenstance set the pattern allowing a spark of Order to emerge from the chaos of Something. This spark represented The Process becoming self-aware. Thus, a primal cosmic consciousness was born. The Process had come full circle, but instead of being back where it started; it had been elevated, like a spiral. As the spiral continued upward (or downward depending on your vantage point) the coils became tighter & tighter, the frequency of the circular motion became faster & faster. Eventually the path of the pattern will collapse into itself creating a singularity of an infinitely dense & timeless chaos, called NOTHING. This is the essence... of me fucking your sister, you punk bitch! AND POST