Here we have remnants of LSD-manipulated rainbow chunks settling on the ground in a fluid, greasy puddle of mind-puke. Here we have a Neverending Story of images and emotions lost in time and internet space, which I think add up to a degree of my person and presence. Here I give you a collected clutter of a sort of "nonsensical meaning" for your viewing enjoyment. My name is Forrest, and this is what I feel. I am an oxymoron.