that was an underhand Mustantopian plot to pervert the course of the Revolution with the use of Australian marsupial puppets. However I eventually shook off this temporary affliction of "goodness" (?) and returned to my normal paranoid neurotic dysfunctional self, and was able to restore the integrity of the Revolution without any dam' help whatsoever. Since that time, the Tawakalnian territories have been experimenting with a form of socialistic Islamic synthesis, which has proven remarkably successful in that it gives me the opportunity to have even grander and more pretentiously obscure names.

every day is like Sunday, every day is silent & grey..