[Prestidigitweeze]

Then came the day when I was thrust groin-first into the muzzle of God's shotgun and commanded to emerge in time to reload His smokin' gatling bandana, only the Devil had other ideas and came at me in her feathered pince-nez whispering that she might enjoy watching me fondle my own thoughts, whereupon I screamed "I am!," Carlyle-style and went all Everlasting Yea on her assonance, and after she dumped me off at a bus stop in Atlantis City, the Heavens Twins tried to pick me up on a lurid street corner, but I told them I had things to go and places to do, and that the Mesopotamian mountains were four of them, which made everyone bugger off except the fogger I used to delouse my favorite anagrams, whereupon my heart stopped beating and started dancing the Fandagobi to rude Jacobean throat waltzes, forcing the less permissive elements of afterlife society to lay down the lawn of stars over which I sashayed like a flute without frisson.