Trilogy of the Oblique Carbide
I. Judge Crater Is No More Help! There is a fandango up my nose; This is justice? O ironic gods -- can they Really repossess my pancreas? And Black and Decker tread on the cosmic puddles URRRP! II. Moira My ravioli molded to day... The wispy green fuzz eating Away the corrupted entrails of Alpha Beta Ground sirloin. Pathos. Tragedy. Tricanosis. Such is fate. III. Cry the beloved wingnut Bladderwort lied. Bigot! And the hungry children cry In their farina. Would Rothschild give Them Twinkies? Ha! Let them eat Spackling paste. Spush! Time, the rain-bird, spews Its indifference towards the continuum of OHM.
— Zumwalt (1973)