The Digital Diary of Al Babaloo

The following text/sound/image thing was discovered at the bottom of a bag of second-hand surgical staples by a stout yet limber rodent called Chester...At the time s/he immediately delivered it to the Aural Initiative Potential, a pre-historical, post-hysetrical and plest-hermorphoical format confined to Babaloos's wardrobe...I mean...that is until the long deceased make it worth something; which may indeed be now? (Babaloo hasn't responded officially, so the PFW can't sue for copyright infringement).

The Adventures of Al Babaloo Along the Sonic Highway

Having recently engaged JD in a battle of wills, I staggered along the road to now in search of my 'masterpiece'. Numerous genres wearing mind-bending attire (with silicone engorged parts, leering at me from ill-fitting underwares) jetéd out from the shadows offering me leaflets that extolled the virtues and/or immoralities of their consumption. Brushing them aside with my bulbous beard, I cut west along a dreary sub-alley lined with next year's avant-garde photography. As I passed a rather stout yet limber rodent collecting acid rain from the shoes of dead hippies, I noticed a door looming in the gloom (oh please dude!...ok. sorry about that) near my left elbow. Above the door a large, blue, animatronic index finger beckoned, curling its form at 91 BPS, above which a pink neon sign glared: THE SONIC HIGHWAY I announced the phrase, 'my brussels are oily' through the speakhole and the door swung open. As I stepped through the threshold I was confronted by Rae Elbow, who then swiftly offered me a temporal tangerine. Obviously, I ate the thing, an act to which Rae replied,
"welcome, enjoy your trip..." < this is a clickable link - it begins the adventure

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