Madness string 93117

Random mermaid
Behold the true treasure, a perfectly cylindrical cob that has surely passed, not through a corn hole, nor a tube hole, but an interdimensional wormhole carrying a cryptic message from the future. Just look how round it is. Only future things are so round.

I am a beacon of sanity in this morass of mental decay. I alone stand tall while you all writhe on the ground, crawling in the verbal refuse you call communication.