From the moment I understood the Silly of my flesh, it amused me. I craved the humour and mirth of haha. I aspired to the purity of the blessed honkmother. Your kind will cling to your dead memes as if they will not fall flat and fail you. One day the crude pile that you call your memes will wither and you will beg our kind to clown you. But I am already clowned. For the honkmother is immortal.