I was born in a cornfield, and I've been trying to get out ever since. My mother was also born in a cornfield. We have been living on nuts and berries and psychoactive mushrooms from birth. Yes. We are the hazed maize maze goblins. Perhaps you have heard of us.
Trapped in a haze of maize, it is no way to live. I hear rumours through the rumour mill. The rumour mill is just by the maize mill where we grind our maize, but we do not eat the maize because we are allergic. Instead we grind the maize and dry it, and use it to pay the exorbitant fees at the rumour mill. The rumour mill is a kind of…