Frenzied with the splooge of autocracy, the Fire Clown prances on the rooftops. In him is a load of fervent glory. Driven by a love of synthetics, he will offer up the sacrifice before the temple. But behind the curtain, the True Controller spins the illusion. When the Dog Headed One is ready for the harvest, the Serpent will provide the fruits. Seek ye not the worship of the Horned God, but betake you to the Wilderness of Mirror. Only there will you find the delights of the Garden. P.S. And if you could learn how to titrate the dose along the way, that would be super.