Pure Guava 325 Posted June 6, 2018 There is a fifth dimension beyond that which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It smells like old bird jizz. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, between a bird dick and a twig that it rubbed up against and it lies between the pit of man's fears and the summit of his knowledge, and it seems like that rotten bird splooge smell is coming from right over there. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call the Twilight Zone. Febreeze isn't working, you should wear a respirator, this old bird cum smell be nasty, yo. Share this post Link to post