The upcase text and lack of punctuation or line spacing remind me of the rambling screeds street preachers hand out. I imagine a city hall in which wild-eyed madmen with noodles in their beards sit behind sober hardwood conference tables. "Jessie," the mayor hollers, "get me the DA's office on the phone. This man is the reborn Prince of Tyrus, and you can bet the CIA and their alien masters will be here soon."