A quick thought on ranchers from the seventeenth century and their relationship to Zaborzhie Cossacks. Most seventeenth century American west ranchers were not alive when their Slavic brethren were writing letters to the sultan mocking his mere existence. So inside out, a painting depicting these said Cossacks writing said letter to not said American cattle ranchers in the seventeenth century is preposterous because most of this happened in the eighteenth century. So let us revamp this idea and in doing so bring in the fascination of Russians superstitions dealing with vampires and the zodiac mixed in with horrorscopes to depict certain midnight creatures joining together in a roustabout fashion to dispose of certain humans incapable of feeding on themselves! Preposterous! I've seen people in this world and I live in the twenty first century where people are known for eating each other at 3000 degrees or light 3000 degrees, neither makes any difference since one will remix the other and put in some sort of hydrogen molecule which makes all of us yearn for one another.

Just ten minutes ago buildings danced as if Bill-zebub were controlling them in his sleep. Ha! Laughable, just like spanish moss. Thanks dad! But anyway, I should wrap this up or else Anton and Mikhail will have my head. Oh you men!