At some point or another in our lives, we all consider ourselves as fantasts who will one day change the world with our fanciful ideas of liberty and justice for all, chocolate soda at the drinking fountains, and free customized Ne’er You Minds. Even though we emerge from these visions to join the real world of rat races, $49.99 Ne’er You Minds (for a plain NYM), and men wearing fur diapers, we remember being dreamers–and in the early mornings at dawn when our brains are still somnolent, we know that a world with free anal pasties is still possible if we try.
Phil, somnolent but alert, could not believe that his Steve’s Ne’er You Mind Swap Meet n Greet was still going on at the ungodly hour of 2:30 a.m. He lay in his bed damning all those longhaired happy go lucky fantasts to heck with all his might.
Stinks is a realist, Chairman Mao is a fantast, and Mr. Funnyshoes was the somnolent warrior that would have eaten either one of ’em for breakfast, had he the chance.