Walking through the dark mists of time you stumble upon a strange new world

a world its learned brethren call Androgynous Paroxysms of Thought

a land that exists only in the imagination of a chosen few

Suddenly you hear a deep all powerful voice

of such terror that the earth around you shakes

It is the almighty Thoth that beacons your submission into this world

"Travelling this path is not for the meek or mild, however

fear not. To those worthy your travels will be well rewarded."

As this mist clears you hear the echo's of distant spirits urging you on

Taking in this barren necrotic wasteland you wonder where to begin

Suddenly in a blinding flash of revelation you realise the path of your desire

Its welcoming scent distinct from the surrounding mortis

Opening your eyes as wide as the sky you see it in the distance

The single red rose swings with macabre delight

Androgynous Paroxysms of Thought (APT) is but the syndrome your intrepid narrator suffers

Although not defined in the DSM IV, this only furthers conspiracies to paranoia

A creation of a severed and deranged mind fed 'necro ad nauseum'

Or perhaps the creation of a depressed and very bored nerd

Androgynous Paroxysms of Thought represents one person's interpretation of the world

A world tainted by its inhabitants