The mysterious
moniker of a secretive team of
Everythingites known only as
Noders Who Care.
Recently, said group went on a shopping and mailing spree to several of E2's more illustrious (and psychologically unsound) users--all received a set of Personal Triumph Subliminal Audio Cassettes. Each, of course, tailored to that user's particular malady.
An index card within mine read
"Dem Bones
We only want the best for you.
-Noders Who Care"
Now...where is Juliet's copy of
"How to get Glitterglam out of the carpet"?
This afternoon I decided to give my tape a listen on the porch. I rolled up a
fat one and smoked it down--just slurping up the delicious, subliminal
psyche-talk. To be fair, I stabbed out the
jay before I'd finished it--but that is my habit.
I don't like
small jays.
Think I'll have a cigarette...