A Literary Connection
Here’s the gist; I would presume the mass of you are relatively familiar with the individual know as Bill Cosby. However, did you happen to notice his freak ass ocular situation?

Perhaps you were more intertwined with the hinky dingle shit surrounding Cosby, leaving his career demoralized, in perpetuum. Perchance, those who are familiar with this individual, are also familiar with the poet, Edgar Allen Poe. I am quite familiarized with this individual, so I am quite knowledgeable about his work.

Whilst the media was concentered on this individual and the promiscuous dingus he is currently mixed up in, I was interosculating between the abhorrent appearance of his eyeball and the passage from Poe’s work; Tell Tale Heart;

"I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture –a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees – very gradually –I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever."

If you are unfamiliar with this poem, I would suggest you read it, but that line right there summarizes most of the poem, but later on, subsequent to the old man’s murder, the killer chops him up and jams his severed limbs in the floorboards. The smell then gains the attention of neighbors who then grab the attention of the police. While investigating the premises the killer has a mental breakdown due to a paranoia induced audible hallucination of the old man’s heart beating through the floor, subsequent to this, the killer confesses to the police.

Does that not sound like a perfect description of his eye? It should be as clear as Methaqualone dissolved in a martini.

There you have it, your literary connection of the day, and the answer to the question of why I want to chop up Bill Cosby and jam his limbs in the floor boards.

Enclosure,

- Pseudomonarchia Daemonum