Long story, hard to describe; I understand that LITERALLY God imprinted upon me with a childhood movie to taffy-ate in the pulling of my culture, which is my operating system, and this song AND MICKEY MOUSE MOVIE OF MARIO AND LUIGI, THE CONTRASTING FOIL OF WHAT GOOD WAS, spoke to me in Nostalgia recollection fabriancienta forescenta to put it in ancient terminology, and thus why man thinks about man for ancient prophet agent Smith of the Mormon church is THE SAME as any retard mother fucker from eastern Tennessee with a drawal in their terminology doth speak. And I’m taking over the Mormon Church. The whole thing. Heh. Heh. Heh…