ABEL
An Angel In Devil's Shoes
You're traveling through another post ?- a post not only of words and letters, but of mind. A journey into a wondrous land whose boundaries are that of imagination. There?s a signpost up ahead that reads: "Don?t forget the salt! your next stop: the IO Zone!"
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of cats, a dimension where brains get eaten, a dimension where you?re allowed to shake it shake it shake it, a dimension of lemurs and penguins, claws, spatulas and one eyed cyclopses, and monkey pants. Mmmmm monkey pants. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into...the IO Zone.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man as blue crack. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as Elvis. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The IO Zone".
You unlock this door with the key of imagination. Beyond it is another dimension: a dimension of cats, a dimension where brains get eaten, a dimension where you?re allowed to shake it shake it shake it, a dimension of lemurs and penguins, claws, spatulas and one eyed cyclopses, and monkey pants. Mmmmm monkey pants. You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into...the IO Zone.
There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man as blue crack. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as Elvis. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call "The IO Zone".