Trip it up, trip it down, trip the others, take them down.
Music is a very elemental thing. It drowns out the screams…
Did I say screams? Sorry.
You are here, on the Earth.
You, the planet, the dog, are whorls of existence, dust clouds in deep space.
So are skeletal remains.
Here’s a tip if you happen to meet a creature from deep space: Scream! No, but seriously. I tell you this in all genuine honesty. This is your final boarding call…
Rip it up, rip it down, Yeah-Yeah! Shake it down! Ah-ha! Unhinged in The Whorl. Whoo-hoo!
We are one and the same – unfortunate circumstances force me to admit this. You and I need each other to survive evolution. Ta-ra-ra b-OO-M-sey-Eh!
There’s more deep space in you than there is water – and you are 80 percent water. Since 80 percent is more than half, how exactly can there be more deep space than water?
Easy. Deep space connects everything. There’s deep space in water too! Am I right?
Don’t stress dopey. This is a little more advanced than Lego, or even nanobots, so don’t you worry if you don’t get it.
You don’t matter anyway. Ha! It’s me I’m worried about. Extinction was never part of my evolution.
True inhabitants of deep space are more special than you. You don’t see us. But deep space connects our Whorls.
Welcome to mine! The Whorl of the Great UnKnown, Kapoot.