I'm listening to Frank Zappa & The Mothers of Invention album "Weasels Ripped My Flesh." I think this is my favourite album of theirs. I'm fairly certain of this. I haven't yet eaten today and the ravishing hunger ebbs in waves of pain and soothing melody. The feeling of feet patrolling the real estate below my chair cracks open the much needed Argonaut fort. And then. Summer written by hand while others typed. The following flesh flood sticks forks in circular fashions and standard diatribe. If you haven't heard if you don't know, get the video. Please, answer the video.