The Obscure

Complete transcendance, or is it the other way around? I sit here in this chair with the drug eating away at my brain cells, and I control the cosmos, all who are, live and die by me.
The great One-Eye has come again, to wage a war against the titans of democracy. Meanwhile, all I can do is sit and stare at my hands, these vile hands that have wrought so much destruction.
Perverting even the most guiltless of saints, I truly am the stranger in a strange land. "Behold," I said, "I am a Son of Man."
And in outrage the multitude stoned me, and my lovers ate my flesh.

On the way to 'frisco I met the jersey devil, who drove a red cadillac. I hitched a ride with him, and he challenged me to a game of riddles.
"What is slower than cold molasses, but can shatter stone more powerfully than a wrecking ball?" He asked.
"A tree, of course." I replied.
"Correct!" said he, "You win a prize!"
"What prize is that?" I asked the Devil cautiously.

I awoke suddenly to find myself out of sight and out of mind, being harassed by a group of large-breasted cyclops women. I dispatched them quickly with a few well-aimed thunderbolts. I picked up my bags, and continued my quest to save the love of the 'frisco bay.