What Ails You?

“Mama? What’s a welkin? Is that like a pickle?”

“No, dear. It’s the vault of the sky. The firmament, you know?”

“Is that like something permanent, Ma?

“No… It’s Satan! Satan! Satan! Satan!”

The clouds part and harp music ensues. Celestial bodies retreat to the edges, and the terminal point of the universe is revealed.

It’s merely tinsel with a corrugated cardboard backing holding this all up…

… and the choirmaster is a washed up combed-over carnival barker who loves tanning beds and all the best words. He has the best words… and all the chicks dig him, or so he says.

Ain’t we lucky to be living in the here and now?

… and now back to our episode:

“But, Mama, you made the Shake ‘n Bake without letting me help you!”

“Aw, go to bed already, you pain in the ass!”

And here are some scenes from next week’s episode…

“Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.”
— Allen Ginsberg