Flatfish" Means Defecate in Cyberspace

official who examines the quality of slug slime, swore:

Oh. Personally I don't care much for that sort of thing, I went to an Amway seminar once with a friend who was getting into selling poo at over-inflated prices to halfwits who believe the product they get is the same as the product being demonstrated. There were a lot of goofy looking weirdoes, the only decent person I met was a guy who managed an Ikea store. I had to teach him how to pronounce Ikea though! I excused myself half way through the second sitting and went and peeed and shat on as many toilet seats as I could find. "That'll learn 'em".

-- For my own part, I have never had a thought which I could not set down in words with even more distinctness than that with which I conceived it. There is, however, a clbutt of fancies of exquisite delicacy which are not thoughts, and to which as yet I have found it absolutely impossible to adapt to language. These fancies arise in the soul, alas how rarely. Only at epochs of most intense tranquillity, when the bodily and mental health are in perfection. And at those weird points of time, where the confines of the waking world blend with the world of dreams. And so I captured this fancy, where all that we see, or seem, is but a dream within a dream.