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... um, website... whatever.  



Sacrilicious Hick'em-ups In Time
Available Here and Now
Get 'It' for your Self today! 

… whatever 'it' is (um, it's a book… whatever).
      Two Editions to choose from... Well, really the tales are the same in both, but the artwork has been changed to suit the printing medium and so, ah, the pricing is different too. 
      Anywho, it's a collection of silly stories about coming to enlightenment, the difficulties that one still faces afterwards, and a 'Wait, what?' and 'How to' on meditation and the Multiverse. All tie-dyed together with the advent of a doubt-full new religious movement, and a new pantheon of humorous gods 'n characters... Yeah, it's unbelievable. 
Colored Edition of Sacrilicious Hick'em-ups In Time

1st Edition in spendy, vibrant Colors...

Go see the spendy shit...
WARNING!!!
The ideas and stories contained here-in have been deemed a threat to one’s beliefs by Psychological Freudian Babel, or some such, and so this book is a catalyst for change (hey, I received some kinda official lookin’ document sayin’ my book needed a warning, sounded strange to me, I mean, I doubt anyone will read it anyways… the warning either). Symptoms include: dis-ease with the accepted norm (whatever ‘normal’ is), asking pryin’ questions and looking for answers not there (check for ‘em in the last place you’ll look, that’s usually where the shit is, I swear ta Volrath). Effects include: quizzical looks, open mouth gawking in wonder (mostly at the bloody mess I make slaughtering spellink and my poor grammers. I had four actually, may they rest in piece[s]), and could possibly cause a localized Parkinson’s effect (…well, there’s a lot of head shaking… see? it’s already started). Side effects may include: a buddhaful smile and the feeling like there’s more to this Multiverse than what was once perceived… maybe even a laugh or two too… Peace.

2nd Edition in striking Black 'n White...

Go see the striking shit...

A Greeting from Holey Bob... 

      Uh, now? (come on, Bob) Oh, yeah, right. Like, uhh, the only time we really have is ‘now’... 
      Em emm. High dirtlings, uh, glad you managed the hop to this rabbit’s hole. This ‘here’ place was created because of a silly book (maybe you’ve read it? doubt-full), a book about me, Holey Bob, and, uh, just like the book, we’re selling nothing… We got nothing worth buying here (not yet)… What? Um, uh, soon then? (meh, workin' on it)…
     Sheesh, anywho, it seems there’s not much to check out here yet, but see what is, and, uh, if’n ya like, you can contact me or that dope Pope. Maybe we’ll get back to you soon, if not, uh, don’t hold it against me… It’s the clown’s fault.
Holey Bob in ovoid, SCIO EGO NON SCIO... EGO SUM LUX

All content straight from the Papal Porcelain Seat, I swear ta Volrath... shit.

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