Get out that box, you should know that it can’t contain your retardedly high levels of excellence. Giddy-on up and mount the horse of your galloping wants. No more can’ts, just sweet cantering through the fields of your deserved dreams. I’ll take no more of Your glums, my poor chump. Yes, those beady-eyed shitehawks watch your every move, such judgemental pigs, but their bitter jealously can’t reach You. Let them wallow in the sty of their own misery. Your life is coming to the zenith of its awesome power. Feel it, live it, Your way! Come on all you wanton hipsters, convert and remember that I watch over You, my little Crumplings, no distance can separate us. My awareness covers You all like a blanket, I feel Your slightest movements, now feel my well-wishing wash over Your every move.