Red
I read a true account of
subconscious lycanthropy
authored by a famous ex werewolf
somewhere in the future
who was cured by an android Druid
(an Andruid)
The therapy required moonbeams,
oak burrs, mistletoe, wolfbane, chants,
squirrel sacrifice, ventilators, and
hyper-vectored digital graphics
-or some such thing
cleverly combining shtick and religion
No longer a werewolf I could enjoy
non-homicidal pursuits like skiing
wrote the former wolf-man (a
college drop-out and dog trainer)
matter-of-factly
furthermore, I could listen to
Pink Floyd without reverting to bestiality
Uncle Red said That’s some
dingleberry boo-shit, boy!
But I established it to be veritably
verifiable
by conducting my own research (and
such-like)
on the internet
but Red held that the Andruid
would not be involved
and would instead lead world
armies in vicious wars
and conduct pagan blood rituals
beneath ruby beacons
in
hyperpolysyllabicisquepedalianistic fashion
Well, fair enough
