One Fine Day (Binary Boogaloo)

One day I tasted upon my liar's tounge the sweet sugar of victory, only to find that my pride had turned it to salt, and for all that, it was refreshing. I realized that sugar is everywhere, and salt is rare, well worth its weight in AU79. One day I was listening, pricking up my ears and waiting for the the sounds, the foolish voices radiating untrue words, the multitudes of helper brains impaired. A thought came to me. Maybe herds entrap the razor wire in the end, perhaps that is the nature of the f(b)east, In-animate Electric Endorphin Anvil, stirrup and exothermic Konga! One fine day I lay down on the springy grass, and let the sun shine on me. I felt the gentle curve of the earth beneath me. I slept. I Dreamt. Gray fog and burnt tongue and deaf ear turned inwards the acids ceased to flow over my dendrites. What end of days could be so terrible?