EUPHORIC TRUMPETS WELCOMING?

"Subliminal sublime deep rumbling, Euphoric trumpets welcoming...
Not today.
I counted to twelve then home.
Sublimely swallowing Obolon or whatever is close.
Euphoric bubbles burping, beckoning!
In dizzy frenzy documenting.
Lounging, lasonia lazily digesting.
Bear Grill's snobs and workers watching. Waiting. Willing. Killing?"

So said Robert in his latest post on his (amazingly long lasting) NOTHING TO DO WITH RELIGION blog HERE

This is preferable to the execrable and fawning religious claptrap that he normally expounds.

While still making no sense this latest offering however is up there with the psychedelic works of Aldous Huxley, Gertrude Stein and his own favourite Samuel Taylor Coleridge.

Robert could of course have been influenced by his readings of John in The Apocalypse.

My theory though is that he's been getting too close to those cleaning chemicals he uses.