……The ghost of passed Illuminati members laughing in my ear, something’s amuck and I fear it should be feared, gonads sex glands confused and men no longer have a pair, no orchestra but I know I heard a drum’s set snare; sexes going haywire like there’s been a enter dimensional tear, it’s like master Tom’s still buck’n, but he turned into a chemist in later years, shaved his face but he wants black men to use Near, oiled down and wantonly bent over a chair, masterfully created chemical imbalances so beware, got you fighting for your rights to wear, what women wear.