InSanItY

the TiTIlLAtIOn, tHe REALisaTiOn anD The dISCoRDiA of BEing ALL liE iN tHE distOrTed etHOs Of
tHe CULtURaLlY rELeaSeD. tHe uNENlIgHTENEd drEad tHe MAdneSS, The uNPReDICTABILITY
OF the unLIgHt MIstS aND The tAlisman oF SingiNG DEMoNS. apprEheNSIvE of MOrTalITY, THeY
WilL FADe IN The cOLD CoMFOrT Of caRNiVORoUS SHaDOWS; dISHOnOUrEd, Obscure aND
ALien.

the HEArt Has Its rEAsONS thAt ReASoN kNOWS nothinG Of, and yET the MaCRoCOSm iS qUeeRer
THAN AnyBoDY Can deEm. uNCLOSe The GAtEs OF unReaSON And eMbRacE The IRrATioNaL
WATeRfalls Of SeNSaTIoN. Genius LiES ON THe PAssaGe tO MAdnEss, THey saY. DEliriUm iS THe
sTiMULUs OF THIs FLaT worLd, PoWeRIng ThE solaR-Light DaiLy.

CHAotic, unordeREd, sPlinTEreD And spasmODiC, tHE fluID ParAsIte makEs ItS WaY TrAnSceNDIng
THE SEReniTY Of TEN ThousAnd EniGMAtic shADOWs, gLOWiNG SedUcTIVeLY, tHRObbING In
tHE PaSsiON OF the EbBIng BLaCK stArLiGHT, SWITchIng iNTO the sILent VoID Of NeveR-
eNDiNG InfINitiES, whEre thE MONKEYS tyPE shakESpEare, The mIND TUrns INsIde-OuT, YeT
REfLECtS The SamE ILLUSiONS.

tHE cOLour oF inSANiTY iS a SCream, And IT sOUnds LiKE a CrAcKED Stone, WaRPeD bY
VACUous pReSSURES INTo THE UnIMaGiNabLe. TO sEeK The philoSoPHeR'S StonE, petitiON A
lUNatic, For oNLY he KNows whERE the LiGHt bulbs Are hIdDeN (witH MaTchiNG LaMpshADes In
A rANge oF fAbRICs To SatiSFY aNY PrEFereNcE).

Mark Snellgrove
Original written 18 June 1996. Accidentally Shredded *smile*. Reconstructed 3 July 1996