Can you imagine, (dressed as latter day Aleister Crowley) the complete surprise as my trembling hands were guided by forces beyond this world and over 6 torturous hours, the following text was spelt out meticulously whilst I was entered by the spirit of Quentin Crisp! I provide the text below, with only the redaction of profanities that would offend readers of a seasonal disposition.
AHHHH! Too late, you missed it. Christmas and New Year are over and you missed this pleasantly offensive yuletide gibberish, which has now been filed away. I leave dear Quentin in place above and a seasonal remnant below, as we move forward into all things impossible, near-possible and possibly-maybe 2014.