The morphine-addled Mr. Badger woke from a nap and announced, "I just saw someone with your blog on their t-shirt!"
"Really?" I replied, not wanting to push him out of his hallucinogenic daze too quickly. (Because we all know the implications of that: "In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately pleasure dome decree..." wot wot, say no more.)
"But the toad was wrong," he added.
"You mean the tone?" I asked.
"No, the toad," he assured me.
"Artaud?" I joked.
He was (appropriately) silent. But as he closed his eyes and began nodding off again, he replied, "I don't know. I'll ask."
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