Throne of Molybdenus

I am here in the bathroom, sitting on the toilet, Ludovicoed against a giant LCD, eyes embracing experiences I am convinced to call my own. Assorted chips and Coke cans on conveyor belt roll ever on while I remain here in the mean between the now and the promise of smell-o-vision.

I am Bal Basilyo. Nice to meet you. It would've been nicer, though, if I had some underpants on.

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