This incorrigible yet agile like an amazonian tree frog is an unknown variable named Guccimansam and he is yet to be solved. What presumably seemed unworthy has now sparked a spermicide thunderstorm of unfeasible questions, just by observing his abominable actions of pure aerodynamic cock clenching in public or even the incredulous buffoonery he partakes in such as sniffing acrylic paint for a swift psychosomatic high. Despite the clustered herpes of adversity look the other way you silly goose. He is something more, some sort of abstraction, though only an entity, something illusory that of which cerebral thoughts of his mind are a total enigma yet never ceases to function without a boastful shred of oxidized indica spice that stimulates his senses. Now science.. no mankind cant fully grasp his inside out wienerstick slathered in the insightful slime of cognizance, this glow in the arcane bosom isnt like any ordinary slime… it’s the slime of meaning, but what path illuminate in the distant trench of feet? That faggot shit nickolodein show? No no you muskequeer it is life itself, the manifestation you sought to circumvent by a fucking stream of distractions nOTHING bUt possessions, your idyllic phone, bitch ass Disney characters, News propaganda, or the sedation pills your doctor has unlawfully prescribed, THE SLIME is ubiquitous is watches over you no it isnt a fuckin unknown force living in a fantasized la la land of fluffy cloud its perception itself its omniscient!