The lunar drama of last evening inspired poetry from the depths of my heart:

"Something About..." by King khandu

Something about the sunrise reminds me of your heart
That beats the rhythm of love for me
Something about the sunset reminds me of your promise
That is kept alive for me
It is true...you fulfill my fantasies
And meet my every need
Something about the smell of shit
Reminds me of Tweed

Dear Galactic Overload,

I will gladly join forces with my old KOTROT and First Duck at the first whiff of exfoliation. Please be advised that it was he and I who invented sidewalks. It was he and I who masterminded watergate. It was he and I who invented the internet and forks.
Together, Tweed and I can, and, if necessary, will move mightily against any act of aggression on your part. We shall defend MOAB!
So, may I say as tactfully and diplomatically as I can...BITE A FAT HOG IN THE ASS!!!
We have a secret weapon in Ohio that can burn the hair outta your unborn great-great grando overlaod's noses! DO NOT FORCE US TO USE IT!!
Meanwhile, my disgraceful and treacherous bass turd of a Former KOTROT and First Duck, Tweed and I are at one anothers throats for a damnably good reason...we detest one another!

King-don't fock with us-khandu