Am I so drunk I forgot how to make gnocchi? Such a simple task yet these seem to be disparate animals scratching out a place to dlie

Do any of you remember, just like sitting in a park eating a bagel and thinking about your studies, or the universe, or societal needs, or maybe what’s on TV tonight?, But not why are these maggot, infested, zombies attempting to control our lives? What did that feel like, I don’t remember…

“THERE ARE UNIVERSES BEGGING FOR GODS
yet He hangs around this one looking for work.
—from Grandpa’s Ms.
”

Excerpt from
Three Powerful Science Fiction Classics
Philip José Farmer

So “Blusky yay” and all that but suddenly Elmo is following me like a creepy old man at a bus station urinal (nothing wrong with that) but whaasafukdisshizzz? Does he think he’s reporting valuable intel to Herr Kommandant?