Storytelling is a worthless skill these days. More than a few characters? Ain't nobody got time for that. More than a few breaths? Ain't nobody gonna rhyme or reason that. Just trim the fat and sell it to me flat: "Ha ha hilarious! Your joke, it's like crack!"

This morning I woke up; I woke up this morning.

Here’s a little poem I wrote,
You might want to read it note for note.
Because this could be the last thing I'll ever say.
The city I once knew as home is
Teetering on the edge of bioactive oblivion,
A three-hundred thousand death/hr baptism by biological warfare.
I'm not sorry, we had it coming,
A surge of viral atonement will be our wake up call.
Hope for our future is now a stillborn dream.
The vaccines begin to fail and I'm rushing to meet my love.
Please remember me,
There is no more.

Hold your breath.
Make a wish.
Count to three,
Come with me and you'll be
Oh, don't worry, you’ll be happy.
In every life we have some trouble,
But when you worry you make it double.
Don't worry, be happy.
Don't worry, be happy now.

Because worrying is like solving an algebra equation
by chewing bubblegum.

now come,
I see trees of green,
Red roses too.
I see them bloom
For me and you.

I see skies of blue
And clouds of white,
The bright blessed day,
The dark sacred night,
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

Through early morning fog I see
Visions of the things to be.
The pains that are withheld for me
I realize and I can see.

Ain't got no place to lay your head,
Somebody came and took your bed.
The landlord say your rent is late,
He may have to litigate.

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops.

I try to find a way to make
All our little joys relate,
Without that ever-present hate.
But now I know that it's too late, and
That being happy is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.

In a world of pure imagination

I was swimming in the Caribbean.
Animals were hiding behind the rock,
Except the little fish.
Bump into me, swear he's
Tryin' a talk to me, say wait wait:
“Where is your mind?”

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly,
And the dreams that you dream of
really do come true.

The colors of the rainbow,
So pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces
Of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands
Saying, "How do you do?"
They're really saying
"I love you."

I look to the sea,
Reflections in the waves spark my memory,
Some happy some sad.
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had.
We live happily forever,
So the story goes,
But somehow we missed out
On that *** of gold.
But we'll try best that we can
To carry on.

Some things in life are bad,
They can really make you mad.
Other things just make you swear and curse.
When you're chewing on life's gristle
Don't grumble, give a whistle,
And this'll help things turn out for the best:
“Always look on the bright side of life.”

Forget it, I'll do it sometime, ooh
I'm locked up on the button.
Can't you do it sometime?
Fine, electrify mine, oh
Electrify my golden tooth.
Electrify my heart,
My little buttercup.

It was late at night
And you held on tight,
From an empty seat
Was a flash of light.

Tender is the night
For a broken heart.
Who will dry your eyes,
When it falls apart?

It will take a while
To make you smile.
Somewhere in these eyes
I'm on your side.
You wide-eyed girl,
You get it right,

Fall back into place.

Oh, I feel so much better.
I feel so much better today.
And it's not the drugs.
And it's not the weather.
I just feel so much better today.

And there are those who will never learn,
Who build a fire and can't stay warm.
The only secret to make it through
Is to take what's in front of you.
I feel death and it thrills me,
And all the lights in front of me.
Drive 'til the coast is clear,
Fight until it disappears.

I've been asleep in the driver's seat.
I've been lost in my head for weeks,
Tryin' to find what it is I need.
Too god ****** tired to sleep.

The game of life is hard to play,
I'm gonna lose it anyway.
The losing card I'll someday lay
So this is all I have to say:
“Happiness is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.”

Life is quite absurd
And death's the final word,
You must always face the curtain with a bow.
Forget about your sin!
Give the audience a grin!
Enjoy it, it's your last chance anyhow.

And now, the end is near.
And so I face the final curtain.
My friend, I'll say it clear
I'll state my case, of which I'm certain.
I've lived a life that's full,
I traveled each and every highway.
Regrets, I've had a few
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.
I planned each charted course,
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

A brave man once requested me
To answer questions that are key:
“Is it to be or not to be?”
And I replied “Oh, why ask me?”

So always look on the bright side of death,
A'just before you draw your terminal breath.

I know when the dog bites,
When the bee stings,
And when I'm feeling sad.

Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew.
But through it all, when there was doubt
I ate it up and spit it out.

So life's a *******
When I look at it.
Life's a laugh and death's a joke, it's true.
You'll see it's all a show,
Keep 'em laughin' as you go.

I mean, what have you got to lose?
You know, you come from nothing,
You're going back to nothing,
What have you lost? Nothing!

Whatever will be, will be.
Don't care what anyone else thinks.
I'll be okay, I promise
Just keep on keeping on.

Remember,
It's just a bad day, not a bad life.
I'll always be there for you.
I swear the breath from my lungs,
You'll feel it when you know.

With your feet in the air and your head on the ground,
Try this trick and spin it, yeah!
Your head will collapse
If there's nothing in it
And you'll ask yourself:
“Where is my mind?”

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly
And the dreams that you dare to dream,
Once in a lullaby,
Really do come true.

I hear babies cry.
I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more
Than I'll never know.
And I think to myself:
“These are a few of my favorite things.”

A reminder to never give up.

Everything worth doing is hard.

The only time that matters is right now.

It's okay to feel lost.

Live life to the full
because you never know what's around the corner.
So let's take a part of the world and make it our own,
Don't let the ******* grind you down.
That’s how you saved me.

I've been so low,
Felt the wind blow
Like I was a screen door
In a thunderstorm.

Yeah, I've been down,
I've been laid out
But you always were
What I came here for.

You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you.
You’re like Heaven to touch,
I love to hold you so much.
At long last, love has arrived
And I thank God I'm alive,
You're just too good to be true,
Can't take my eyes off of you.

Guided by voices, it’s you and me.

Pardon the way that I stare but
There's nothin' else to compare,
The sight of you leaves me weak.
There are no words left to speak

So this is all I have to say:
“That happiness is painless.
It brings on many changes
And I can take or leave it if I please.
And you can do the same thing
If you please.”

And the ghost of the boulevard
Is littered with lonely hearts.
The city like a graveyard
Once was a postcard.
When you lose your wonder
And you can't remember
When we were living in the days of thunder.

Love was a dream to have.
Was a kingsize bed.
Was an escape plan.
Was an open hand.
Soon

The sword of time will pierce our skins.
It doesn't hurt when it begins
But as it works its way on in
The pain grows stronger watch it grin, and

It's been a rough year.
There’ve been some tough tears.
I might lose so fast
All that I had,
But when it's time to
I'll fight for you.
'Cause you know you are
Why I've come so far.

Someday I'll wish upon a star,
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me,
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops that's where you'll find me.
Oh, somewhere over the rainbow way up high
And the dream that you dare to..
Why, oh why can't I?..

Won't you come see about me?
I'll be alone, dancing, you know it, baby.
Tell me your troubles and doubts.
Give them everything, inside and out and

When that moon is big and bright
It's a supernatural delight
Everybody's dancing in the moonlight,
Dancing in the moonlight.
Everybody's feeling warm and bright,
It's such a fine and natural sight.
Everybody here is out of sight.
They don't bark and they don't bite,
They keep things loose, they keep 'em tight,
And everybody's dancing in the moonlight.

Don't you try and pretend.
It's my feeling we'll win in the end, I won't

dwell on that which longer nurseth the disease,
Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,
Th' uncertain sickly appetite to please.

I've loved, I've laughed and cried
I've had my fill, my share of losing
And now, as tears subside
I find it all so amusing
To think I did all that
And may I say, not in a shy way
Oh, no, oh, no, not me
I did it my way

and

‘tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

Oh,
Don’t worry, be happy
Don’t worry,
Be happy now.

gudarna avgudar oss.

"Eight Geats and twenty-two Norwegians
on an exploration journey from Vinland to the west.
We had camp by two skerries
one day's journey north from this stone.

[We] have ten men by the sea to look after our ships,
fourteen days' travel from this island.  
We were [out] to fish one day.
After we came home [we] found ten men red of blood and dead.“

“save [us] from evil."

A record of the delightful piece
They're going to play this evening

Ladies and gentlemen
Your attention please
And now, the moment we've been waiting for is here
I- I have something to tell you

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be
(Remember) Will be

The birth was like a fat black tongue
Dripping tar and dung and dye
Slowly into my shivering eyes

I might walk upright
But then again
I might still try to die

Never prayed, never paid any attention
Never felt any inflection
Never a lot of thought to life

"Che gelida manina,
se la lasci riscaldar.
Cercar che giova?

Al buio non si trova."

And yet From listening to records
i just knew what to do
I mainly taught myself
And, you know, i did pretty well
Except there were a few mistakes
But um, that i made, uh
That i've just recently cleared up
And i'd like to just continue to be able to express myself
As best as i can with this instrument
And i feel like i have a lot of work to do
Still, i'm a student - of the voice
And i'm also a teacher of the voice too

I believe in the future
I don't believe in miracles

Can it be true?!
It must be true, no doubt!

Life is going on as normally as ever
But suddenly something seems to have happened
Everybody seems to be staring in one direction
People seem to be frightened, even terrified

Some nights it just gets worse than others
Some nights, it just
Gets worse
I feel terrible
But what can we do?
I don't know
It's just, a feeling I've got
Like, something's about to happen
But I don't know what

I want everybody to understand this

"I don't understand"
echoes
"I don't understand"

There're a lot of things we don't understand either

Where do we come from, who are we
And where are we going
Eternal questions never answered

"We need answers from you
What- What did you expect to find?
What is going to be our future?
It- It's your responsibility to do something about it!"

Well, I, uh...
I have the key in my hand
All I have to find is the lock
Now listen to me, all of you!

I fly to the strangest lands

And i would like to able to continue
To let what is inside of me
Which is, which comes from all the music that i hear
I would like for that to come out
And it's like, it's not really me that's coming
The music's coming through me

The music's coming through me

It caught me so that I may never
rest from pwondarement;
I will drink life from the bees.
All tore-ments I have enjoy'd greatly,
have suffer'd greatly,
both with throwse that loved me,
and alone; on tear,
and when thro' thudding rents the cravy Haeades
Vent-teh-din-see. I am become a thought;
For all-ways growming with a hungry deadhead
Much have I heard and throwned—
poprieities of Brads and Janets
And spanners,
prime-hates, clowncils, reed-covernments,
Myself too.
threast, i am tonor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of rattle with my tyears,
Far on the stinging pains of dramatic irony.
I am a partition of all that I have kept;
Yet all expeerientse is an ark
wherethro' gleams that unpondere'd mind whose margin craves
metaforever
and 'fore ever
when
eyes
groove

To see the wizard!

Wake up, the roughest
In the name of, birds fly
(the light, march)
Reach the wizard
Follow, follow, follow
-by league, birds fly

They move on tracks of never-ending light
Like neon beams
stardust

I see it when I look up at the night sky and I know
that yes we are part of this universe
we are in this universe but perhaps
more importantly than both of those things
is that the universe
is in us

And since we cannot escape mother nature
We attempt to placate it
Modern civilization stems from the simple act
Of placing seeds and plants into the ground
When the plants are ready for harvest
We invest so much time and energy in tending our plants
We must stay around to enjoy the fruits of our labor

we can hear her voice whimper,
as wind through leaves,
while we speak:

Cara bella, cara mia bella!
Mia bambina, o Chell!
Ché la stimo...
Ché la stimo.

O cara mia, addio!
La mia bambina cara,
Perché non passi lontana?
Sì, lontana da natura,
Cara, cara mia bambina?
Ah, mia bella!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia bambina!
O cara, cara mia...

Mia cara!
Ah, mia cara!
Ah, mia bambina!
O cara, cara mia...

Orville and Wilbur
Cold cut the anchor's from their ankle
Carving propellers from whale fins
In the back of a bicycle shop...
And thus begins the tale
Of the thumb trigger cloud ****
At last the Wright's reinvented the horse with wings
Another invention only fit for a mannequin

And One by one the angels fell
Ode had sent a horrible plague of deaths
Why do you think that Ode would do a thing like that?

Well, You put a veil up when you
Took all your things underground
You covered your own footprints
So no one saw you hide
You heard Ode treading in the
Shadows of the sycamore
You turned to Ode and you said
"I will learn nothing from you"

And so it was that Memories burn
On the black and white horizon
Of your knowledge of
What was never said
you've had enough of the road
That was laid along beside you
Like a lover meant
For another bed
And so you left in the morning
And all that's left behind you
Are the fading frames
That you've got instead

And I tried to keep my distance as
Ode changed The Face again
Ode fakes direction so
I don't see where Ode could go
And in the panic I saw that
They had dropped a “note to self”
I picked it up and it read
"I can't learn anything new"

When you've had too much
And the weight of the expected
Has got you feeling introspective
Can I give you the perspective that you need?

Remember that language is power.

"I will, I will. I'll remember that"

Thank you, I'll say goodbye soon
Though its the end of the word
Don't blame yourself now
And if its true
I will surround you and give life to a word
That's our own

Order of the day to come
Thus the end, the ends
Darkest hour, obsidian
Cast of stone, the Night
With a slight of who not harmed
Hit or touched
What will be, the end
How come the rising sun
Matches still
In to gold, it holds
Comes the dawn, golden dawn
Darkness turn to day

I'll take you to the place where you
Come down and just react
To what you're about to see

Early time machine's
Will have tended to leave you
Left screaming
On a dinosaur's dish
In da Vinci's "Bike Accident'
An outerspace whodunit?
Monkeys play Magellan
As the next ex-Edison
Standing out in the crowd with a unicycle

Physics of a unicycle...
Twice the remarkable
Um, did a little little, um, did a lot
Someone's splitting atoms under flag barbed wire
Up in the sky where the war planes fly
Dead in the clouds, hear the God's cold lie
Um, did a little little, um, did a lot

You've had enough
Too much
And all you have collected
Is heavy with the taste
Of ambition misdirected
Bitter 'bout the pace that you keep

Well Good Ode almighty, all that other *******
Is here today and going tomorrow

'Tis better to have loved and lost,
than never to have loved at all!
Come cheer up, my lad

'el Da'
Qb'a'
Oh-kie
YIjah, Qey' 'oH
YIjah, Qey' 'oH

And When I have plucked the rose above
Whatever will be,
will be below

Righteous anger is intoxicating;
Brain cells sold to the fiction of the mind.
It funds peddlers too loudly debating:
Oh, what to do with words spent on designs
Of machines combating contradictions?
Their motherboards are hardwired for the ****.
Any thoughts or beliefs on opinions?
Just wait for their hunger to get its fill.
Nothing like teeth flushed with red and venom.
***, death, and chocolate cannot compare
To the moral high ground's cheap decorum
Of beliefs held in contempt and despair.
      Because paying attention to the wit
      Of my getting hard done by is the ****.

There once was a ponderous piper Peter,
Whose arm burned off in a heater.
It's now hard to fit pipe,
But he doesn't gripe.
He's got one arm, a mouth, and his peter.

"So the pen is mightier? who'da'thunk'it."
He said to the bleeding man tied down
to a messed, stained, bed.

The bound man figured,
even though he just got
to an LA plagued
by criminals, killers, and copy-cats,
that he wasn't getting out of here whole,
finally.

Holding a pen knife,
red-faced and sweating,
was his captor.
It had been a struggle
to awake and realize
who stood before him:
Quill.

The exact killer he'd been looking for.
He had heard about him in the Halo Herald,
An LA pun, it's not very popular,
but he liked the funny section.

"Are you just going to stand there?"
The bound man says, eagerly,
"Hey bud, you're the hanged man,
I'll do the talking."

"It's about time!"

"huh?"

"I'd been waiting.
heard you'd be at that
open mic. Knew you liked
the mealy type."

"Shuddup or I'll write you off."

Quill runs his pen knife over the bound man's right cheek.

"Stings a little.
Usually, I start with a rufie
and emotional damage.
But it looks like you
want to cut to the chase.
I'm a man of a similar mind.
spirit.
problem."

"Nobody's like me dude."

The bound man locks eyes with Quill.

"What're your trophies? huh?
I read you like to drain your victims,
cook'em dry.
don't you use their blood and powdered remains as ink?
Short stories or something?"

"Oh, an avid reader?! it's your lucky day:
you get to be part of the collection!"

The lamp nearby tumbles
to the floor as Quill lunges,
ready to ****.

"Wait! Don't you want to know who I am!"

"Not really."

"I'm a ser-"
The sentence is finished by
nothing but the sound of blood
and air
gurgling
into places it was never meant to be
as Quill's blade passes through flesh.

"Pfft, what, you think you're special?"
Quill saunters over to the sink.
"I'd hate to waste ink.
but there'll be more.
there's always more.
isn't that right, Celine."
he says to no one
and stands there with a smirk
as if listening to her.

1./4. would switching a present self

2./1. with a past self

3./5. cause a temporary feeling of intense familiarity
         with the p/re/as/sen/t-self's moment

4./2. dwindling

5./3. with each decision made under the guise of familiarity

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"The arrogance of man is thinking [the economy] is in [their] control,
and not the other way around."

[And, silent,]

"Somewhere in [the] sands of [time]
A shape with [monkey] body and the head of [the many],  
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,  
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it  
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.  
The darkness drops again, but now [we] know  
That [two decades] of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,  
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards [Megalopolis] to be born?

"You have no idea what's coming"

"The top of a [social] ecosystem, [a monster for all intents and purposes.]"

"...a monster?...
no...

A god!"

Me?
We!

Oh, my name is Jack Stewart,
I’m a canny gang man
And a rovin’ young fellow I’ve been.

I’m a piper by trade,
I’m a ramblin’ young blade,
And ‘tis many the tune I can play.

Now here’s a simple song
To say what they done.
I told them about all those fears
And away they did run.
they sure must be strong,
And they feel like an ocean
Being warmed by the sun.

Their mouth is open wide,
The lover is inside
And the tumults done.
Collided with the sign,
They're staring at the sun,
They're standing in the sea.

I’ve got acres of land.
I’ve got men at command.
I’ve always a dollar to spare.

Note the trees because the
Dirt is temporary.
More to mine than fact, face,
Name, and monetary.

Put money in my hand and I will do the things you want me to.
Vanity overriding wisdom, usually common sense.
Should I delete it? they said they'd read it.
They promised they would never ruin it with sequels.

So come fill up your glasses of brandy and wine.
Whatever it costs, I will pay.
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day.

Now picture this, I'm a bag of *****, put me to your lips
I am sick, I will punch a baby bear in his ****
Give me lip, I'ma send you to the yard, get a stick
Make a switch, I can end the conversation real quick
Okay nobody speak, nobody get choked
You wanna here a good joke?

The comedy of man starts like this:
Our brains are way too big for our mothers' hips,
And so nature, she devised this alternative:
We emerge half-formed and hope
whoever greets us on the other end
Is kind enough to fill us in.
And babies, that's pretty much how it's been ever since.

Now the miracle of birth leaves a few issues to address.
Like, say, that half of us are periodically iron deficient.
So, somebody's gotta go **** something
While she looks after the kids.
She'd do it herself, but what, is he gonna get this thing its milk?
He says as soon as he gets back from the hunt, we can switch.
It's hard not to fall in love with something so helpless.
Ladies, I hope we don't end up regretting this.

That was then,
this is the twenty-first century,
And there’s too much aggravation.
It's the age of insanity,
What has become of the green pleasant fields of Jerusalem?

This is the age of machinery,
A mechanical nightmare,
The wonderful world of technology,
****** hydrogen bombs biological warfare.

There used to be a guy for this type of thing,
An underwater guy who controlled the sea,
Got killed by ten million pounds of sludge from New York
and New Jersey.

Water dissolving and water removing
There is water at the bottom of the ocean
Under the water, carry the water
Remove the water at the bottom of the ocean
Water dissolving and water removing.

Then there’s the creature in the sky
Got ****** in a hole, now there's a hole in the sky
And the ground's not cold.
And if the ground's not cold, everything is gonna burn.
We'll all take turns,
I'll get mine too.

Letting the days go by, let the water hold me down
Letting the days go by, water flowing underground
Into the cold again after the money's gone
Once in a lifetime, water flowing underground.

So I ain't got no ambition, I'm just disillusioned.
I'm a twenty-first century man but I don't wanna be here.
My mama said she can't understand me,
She can't see my motivation.
Just give me some security,
I'm a paranoid schizoid product of the twenty-first century.

When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, oh it was beautiful, magical.
And all the birds in the trees, well they'd be singing so happily
Oh joyfully, playfully watching me.
But then they send me away to teach me how to be sensible
Logical, oh responsible, practical.
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Oh clinical, oh intellectual, cynical.

Then I had visions, I was in them.
I was looking into the mirror
To see a little bit clearer
The rottenness and evil in me.

You know I think my schooling was phoney?
I guess it's hard not to agree.
You say, "It all depends on money
And who is in your family tree."
Right (right), you're ****** well right,
You got a ****** right to say.
Right, you're ****** well right,
You know, you got a right to say.

Been around the world and found
That only stupid people are breeding,
The cretins cloning and feeding,
And I don't even own a TV.

Put me in the hospital for nerves
And then they had to commit me.
You told them all I was crazy.
They cut off my legs, now I'm an amputee,
******* you.

I don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control,
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave us kids alone.
Hey! Uncle Sam! Leave us kids alone!

We wanna grow up to be
A debaser.

“Look at me, look at me
Hands in the air like it's good to be
Alive and I'm a famous rapper,
Even when the paths are all crookedy.
I can show you how to do-see-do.
I can show you how to scratch a record.
I can take apart the remote control,
And I can almost put it back together.
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem.
I can tell you about Leif Erikson.
I know all the words to "De Colores",
And "I'm proud to be an American".
Me and my friend saw a platypus.
Me and my friend made a comic book.
And guess how long it took.
I can do anything that I want cuz

Who gives a **** about an Oxford comma?
I've seen those English dramas too; they're cruel.

So, why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you.
All your diction dripping with disdain,
Through the pain, I always tell the truth.”

“Look at me, look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
Alive in such a small world.
I'm all curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store.
I can make a living off a magazine.
I can design an engine
sixty four miles to a gallon of gasoline.
I can make new antibiotics.
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions.
I know how to run a business,
And I can make you wanna buy a product.
Movers shakers and producers,
Me and my friends understand the future.
I see the strings that control the system.
I can do anything with no assistance because

I give a **** about the Oxford Comma!
I climbed to Dharamsala too, I did.
I met the highest Lama.
His accent sounded fine to me.

Now, why would you speak to me that way?
Especially when I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you.
All your diction dripping with disdain,
Through the pain, I always tell the truth”

Comedy, now that's what I call pure comedy.
Just wait until the part where they start to believe
They're at the center of everything
And some all-powerful being
Endowed this horror show with meaning.

Now, Uncle Sammy, did you hear about this one?
Tell me, are you locked in the punch?
Sammy, are you grinding on a pelvis?
Hey baby, are you losing touch?

If you believed they put a man on the moon,
If you believe there's nothing up his sleeve,
Then nothing is cool.

Moses went walking with the staff of wood.
Newton got beaned by the apple good.
Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp.
Mister Charles Darwin had the gall to ask.
Well I took out my dogs and them I did shoot,
All down in the county Kildare.
So be easy and free when you're drinking with me,
I'm a man you don't meet every day

And in the Twenty-First Century
From the height of the highway onramp we saw,
Two dogs, dead in a field,
Glowing on the oakland coliseum green seats wasteland,
Dogs, dogs we thought were dead,
They rose up, rose up when whistled at,
their rib cage inflating like men on the beach being photographed,
A guard dog, guard dog, for what? for what?
Against tofers ellis pennyless athletics fanatics,
Getting into games through a whole in the fence,
For the owner of the blue tarp tent,
Pitched by a creek beneath an onramp,
In the privacy of the last three,
Skin and bony tree, devoid of leaves,
And us undeceased, and our new cds,
Dippin' on goodies, oakland
it's hard to stand the sight of two dogs dead under a sky so blue.

But you think you can tell
Heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

I’ll say they secretly long to be some part of a car crash,
Long to see their arms stripped of the tendons,
The ****** of swelling exposed veins,
Webbing the back of their hands,
To be a red tendoned dog,
To be red tendoned dogs,
Blood breathing by the side of the highway.

Oh, their religions are the best.
They worship themselves yet they're totally obsessed
With risen zombies, celestial virgins, magic tricks.
These unbelievable outfits.
And they get terribly upset
When you question their sacred texts,
Written by woman-hating epileptics.
Their languages just serve to confuse them.
Their confusion somehow makes them more sure.
They build fortunes poisoning their offspring,
And hand out prizes when someone patents a cure.
Where did they find these goons they elected to rule them?
What makes these clowns they idolize so remarkable?
These mammals are hell-bent on fashioning new gods
So they can go on being thoughtless animals.

See the dwarfs an' see the giants,
Which one would you choose to be?
And if you can't get that together
Here's the answer, here's the key.
You can freeze like a a man of century thirty.

I'll save my breath and take it with me
Till a hundred years and so
Shame you won't be there to see me
Shaking hands with Charles de Gaulle.
Play it cool an' Saran wrap all you can
Be a century thirty man,
You can freeze like a century thirty man

So I live like everyday is my last,
But I plan for tomorrow as if I will never pass.
A Pharoah on the subway
Who never had dreams of jets but fell asleep on run ways.
I just know that one day, that anything I needed I could mold.
Get everything you want it ain't always good for the soul.
A mix of self-worth, some help, a little control,
And I don't know the rest, good as mine is your guess,
The recipe ain't the best, to make it though is our quest,
And if you choose to accept, the meaning of life is yes.

So, we ain't going to the town,
We're going to the city.
Gonna trek this **** around
And make this place a heart to be a part of, again.

That’s the dream but
There are times when all the world's asleep,
The questions run too deep
For such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me what we've learned.
I know it sounds absurd,
Please tell me who I am.

Is this my starring role
Or just a cameo?
Who am I living for?
Well, I can't take no more,
'Cuz when it rains, it pours
What am I living for?
I don't got much, but I got heart and soul.
I found myself through all the highs and lows.
Oh Will I drown in the pain,
Or go dance in the rain?
What am I living for?

So, I can lead a nation with a microphone?
And I can split the atom of a molecule?
Look at me, look at me
Drivin' and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be alive and on top
My reach, is global
My tower, secure
My cause, is noble
My power,
is pure.

And it’s the end of the world as we know it.
it starts with an earthquake
Birds and snakes, and aeroplanes
And Lenny Bruce is not afraid
In the eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn
World serves its own needs
Don't mis-serve your own needs
Speed it up a notch, speed, grunt, no, strength
The ladder starts to clatter
With a fear of height, down, height
Wire in a fire, represent the seven games
And a government for hire and a combat site
Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry
With the Furies breathing down my neck.

Paranoia, paranoia,
Everybody's coming to get me.
Just say you never met me,
I'm running underground with the moles, digging holes.
Hear the voices in my head,
I swear to God it sounds like they're snoring.
But if you're bored, then you're boring.
The agony and the irony, they're killing me.

I’m dead but the world keeps spinning.
Take a spin through the world I left,
It's getting dark a little too early.
Am I missing the dearly bereft?

Timmy, Timmy, Timmy Turner
He was wishin' for a burner
To **** everybody walkin'
He knows that his soul in the furnace

Young man walkin', wishin' for a burner
Four, five, six, ten ratchets on 'em
Ten men with 'em, ten clappin' on 'em
Dead men with 'em, dead men, get 'em
Four-five rip 'em, four-five zip 'em
You talk money, young men get 'em
Beluga, beluga, beluga
he fell in love with the Ruger
he fell in love with his jeweler
he fell in love with the mullah
It's all about the rule
It's all about the move
It's all about the rules

That was then,
Now I am a man, man, man,
Up, up in the air
And I run around, round, round, round
this downtown and act like I don't care.
So when you see me flying by the planet's moon,
You don't need to explain if everything's changed
Just know I'm just like you.

So I pull the switch, the switch, the switch inside my head.
And I see black, black, green,
and brown, brown, brown and blue, yellow, violets, red.
And suddenly a light appears inside my brain
And I think of my ways,
I think of my days
and know that I have changed.

So, be easy and free,
when you’re drinkin’ with me
I’m a man you don’t meet every day.

I heard someone say
Science is a noose,
Society a stool,
And philosophy
The dubious
Kick.

Well I'd say:

Society sets the rope,
Stool,
And gives the kick.

Science saves my life
Before I hit
The end of my rope.

And philosophy helps
Me cope
With the reality
That everything
I'm told to believe
By society
Was meant
to set me free,
while secretly
They said,
"Ah, Schucks!
Let's hang'em instead!"

sun-flickers,
candles that can't decide to stay lit.
it's that tone of day,
pulsing dream-light.

shadows waver from source to source,
never-sure origins.
benign, malignant,
makes no difference.

just keep watching.

just keep walking

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5qxOrziiQzg&ab_channel=J%CE%9BM

The day begins with a friendly voice,
a companion unobtrusive
plays that song that's so elusive
and the magic music makes the morning mood.

A rider hits the open road,
there is magic at his fingers
for the spirit ever lingers,
undemanding contact in his solitude.

Invisible airwaves crackle with life.
Bright antenna bristle with the energy.
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength.
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free.

A familiar song plays,
and he starts thinking to himself:

It was a long, long time ago, wasn’t it?
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
that I could make those people dance,
and maybe they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
with every paper I'd deliver,
bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step.
I can't remember if I cried
when I read about their widowed brides,
but something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

I see the bad moon a-rising.
I see trouble on the way.
I see earthquakes and lightnin'.
I see bad times today.
There's a bad moon on the rise.

So bye-bye, Miss American Pie.
Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye
singin', "This'll be the day that I die,
this'll be the day that I die."

They’re modern-day warriors
mean, mean stride.
Today's Tom Sawyers
mean, mean pride.
Though their minds are not for rent.
Don't put them down as arrogant
their reserve, a quiet defense
riding out the day's events.

And what you say about their company
is what you say about society.
Catch the mist, catch the myth
catch the mystery, catch the drift...

“Who are you?”

The tap drips,
the rider finishes his whiskey,
“I've looked under chairs,
I've looked under tables,
I've tried to find the key
To fifty million fables.

They call me The Seeker.

I've been searching low and high.
I won't get to get what I'm after
'til the day I die.”

They look at each other, then back at him,
“Who? Whaddya here for?"

He turns his glass upside down,
slams it on the bar
and says on his way out,
“I like smoke and lightnin'
heavy metal thunder
racing with the wind
and the feeling that I'm under.”
He gets his motor runnin',
heads out on the highway,
looking for adventure
in whatever comes his way.

Yeah, darlin' gonna make it happen.
Take the world in a loving embrace.
Fire all of your guns at once
And explode into space.
Like a true nature's child
we were born,
born to be wild.
We can climb so high,
“I never wanna die.”

Company, always on the run
destiny is a rising sun.
Oh,
he was born, 6 gun in his hand.
Behind a gun,
he'll make his final stand.
That's why they call him
bad company,
and he can't deny.
Bad company
'til the day he dies.

Screams break the silence,
waking from the dead of night.
Vengeance is boiling,
he's returned to **** the light.

Then when he's found who he's looking for
listen in awe and you'll hear him
bark at the moon.

Years spent in torment,
buried in a nameless grave.
Now he has risen,
miracles would have to save
those that the beast is looking for.
Listen in awe and you'll hear him
bark at the moon.

It's all the same, only the names will change.
Every day, it seems we're wastin' away.
Another place where the faces are so cold.
He'd drive all night just to get back home.

He’s a cowboy.
On a steel horse he rides.
He’s wanted dead or alive,
wanted dead or alive.

In the day he sweats it out on the streets
of a runaway American dream,
at night he rides through the mansions of glory
in suicide machines
sprung from cages on Highway 9.
Chrome wheeled, fuel-injected, and steppin' out over the line,
oh, baby this town rips the bones from your back
it's a death trap, it's a suicide rap
he gotta get out while he’s young.

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'
Into the future.
He wanna fly like an eagle,
to the sea,
fly like an eagle, let his spirit carry him.
he wants to fly like an eagle
'til he’s free,
oh Lord, through the revolution.

But a storm is threatening
The Seeker’s very life today,
“If I don't get some shelter
I'm gonna fade away.
War, children!
It's just a shot away.
War, children!
It's just a shot away.
See the fire is sweepin'
our streets today,
it burns like a red coal carpet
and a mad bull lost its way.”

Out there in the fields
they fight for their meals,
they get their back into their living,
“We don't need to fight
to prove we’re right,
we don't need to be forgiven.”

The seeker feels around for his honesty,
“So, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell?
Blue skies from pain?
Can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?
Did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange
a walk-on part in the war
for a leading role in a cage?”

“There must be some kinda way outta here.”
Said The Seeker to his radio,
“There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief.

Businessmen, they drink my wine,
plowmen dig my earth,
none will level on the line
nobody of it is worth.”

Invisible airwaves crackle with life.
Bright antenna bristle with the energy.
Emotional feedback on timeless wavelength.
Bearing a gift beyond price, almost free.

“No reason to get excited.”
The radio, it kindly spoke,
“There are many here among us
who feel that life is but a joke.
But, uh, but you and I, we've been through that
and this is not our fate,
so let us stop talkin' falsely now
the hour's getting late.”

But he knows
that we'll be fighting in the streets
with our children at our feet.
And the morals that they worship will be gone.
And the men who spurred us on
sit in judgment of all wrong,
They decide and the shotgun sings the song.

We'll tip our hats to the new constitution,
take a bow for the new revolution,
smile and grin at the change all around,
pick up our pens and poems,
Just like yesterday,
then we'll get on our knees and pray
that we don't get fooled again.

After this thought, he promises himself,
and any who’s listening,
“Well, I won't back down.
No, I won't back down.
You can stand me up at the gates of hell,
but I won't back down.”

Carry on, my wayward son,
there'll be peace when you are done.
Lay your weary head to rest,
don't you cry no more.

Once he rose above the noise and confusion
just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion.
He was soaring ever higher
but he flew too high.

Though his eyes could see, he still was a blind man.
Though his mind could think, he still was a mad man.
He hears the voices when we’re dreaming,
he can hear them say:
“Carry on, my wayward son!”

He hears! riding off he says,
“Don't stop me now,
don't stop me.
'Cause I'm fighting for my country, fighting for my love.
I'm a shooting star leaping through the sky,
Like a tiger defying the laws of gravity.
I'm a peaceful man who must fight
so I'm gonna go, go, go!
There's no stopping me.
I'm burnin' through the sky,
200 degrees,
that's why they call me Mister Fahrenheit.
I'm traveling at the speed of light!”

There's a place up ahead and we’re goin'
just as fast as our feet can fly.
Come away, come away, if you're goin'
leave the sinkin' ship behind.

Come on the risin' wind,
we're goin' up around the bend.

Bring a song and a smile for the banjo.
Better get, while the gettin's good.
Hitch a ride to the end of the highway
where the neon's turn to wood.

Come on the risin' wind,
we're goin' up around the bend.

In a place he only dreamt of,
where his soul is always free.
Silver stages, golden curtains
filled his head, plain as can be.
As a rainbow grew around the sun
all his stars of love who died
came from somewhere beyond the scene you see,
these lovely people played just for him:

“Green grass and high tides forever.
Castles of stone souls and glory.
Lost faces say we adore you
as kings and queens bow and play for you.
Those who don't believe us,
find their souls and set them free.
Those who do believe and love,
this time will be their key.
Time and time again we've thanked you
for peace of mind.
You helped us find ourselves
amongst the music and the rhyme
that enchants you here.”

Then the door was open, and the wind appeared.
The candles blew and then disappeared.
The curtains flew and then he appeared,
Saying, “don't be afraid.
All your times have come
here but now they're gone.
Seasons don't fear the reaper
nor do the wind, the sun, or the rain.”

We're leavin' together,
but still, it's farewell
and maybe we'll come back
to Earth, who can tell?
I guess there is no one to blame.
We're leaving the ground,
will things ever be the same again?
It's the final countdown,
it’s his final breath,
and with it
The Seeker finds his mark,

“We all hear the call of a lifetime ring,
felt the need to get up for it.
You cut out the middleman.
You got no time for the messenger.
Got no regard for the thing that you don't understand.
You got no fear of the underdog.
That's why you will not survive.”

i was really despressed and trying to make a breaky fast delicioso
and so i like, so i put an egg in my hoody pocket
then i stoppeed to read al souls cheerry writing
and when i bent to sit down
the egg
smashed
...
I really gotta stop sh*tting on my keysh-bored

Quite so.
                  now
            pass
me some tea in my top-most hat,
i'm feeling trite and totally mad-
cow disease.
wait..
when did we start talking about that?

I see you,
You see me.
Eighteenth floor
Across the street.
Sometimes you dance.
Sometimes you read,
TV dinners, fall asleep.

Strangers in a dark room, laughing at jokes they didn't quite hear;
Frosted windowpanes and cheap champagne a face appears.
And anything could happen in these cathedrals we roam,
Where shadow people dance
and trade their glance and walk home alone,
In a lonely city.

Welcome to your life.
There's no turning back.
Even while we sleep
We will find you,
Acting on your best behavior,
Turning your back on mother nature.

We're talking away,
I don't know what
I'm to say, I'll say it anyway:
“Today's another day to find you
Shying away.
I'll be coming for your love, okay?”

So please, take me out tonight
Where there's music and there are people
And they're young and alive.

Driving in your car
I never, never want to go home.
It’s good times for a change.
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad.

Still don't know what I was looking for
And my time was running wild,
A million dead-end streets.
Every time I thought I'd got it made
It seemed the taste was not so sweet.

She's staring out the window of the Roosevelt Hotel,
Shy kid, knees always bruised.
you pulled me close
Kissed my lips, it tasted like home.
Flashes of crosswords and chamomile,
The years pass like a Ferris Wheel.

They say we come from nothing and to nothing we'll return
And in between is gravity and bridges left to burn.

Oh, there is thunder in our hearts.
Is there so much hate for the ones we love?
Well tell me, we both matter, don't we?

Standing on a skyline, watching all the cars go.
Sleeping in the daylight, I was losing all control.

You bet I think I’m pretty dangerous,
Burning down the walls, breaking all the laws.

So needless to say
I'm odds and ends,
I'll be stumbling away
Slowly learning that life is OK.
Say after me
It's no better to be safe than sorry.

Oh, I Haven't had a dream in a long time.
See, the life I've had
Can make a good man bad.

It's my own design,
It's my own remorse.
Help me to decide,
Help me make the
Most of freedom and of choice.

Oh, the things that you say,
Is it love or
Just to play my worries away.
You're all the things I've got to remember.
You're shying away,
I'll be coming for you anyway.

You,
It's you and me,
It's you and me, you won't be unhappy.

We got a little place near the beach,
We watch the sailboats out at sea
And we ride along the Palisades.
Love is just a summer day,
Love is a four-letter word
That hurts.

What a hell of a feeling,
It is dark all day
But there is something in the sky that glows.
What a hell of a feeling
With such a brilliant light,
Can you feel your soul’s vocals in the air tonight?

What a hell of a day to embrace disorder
And there is something in your eyes that burns,
Light up, drag the river,
Can you see my soul’s vocals in the air tonight?

And if a double-decker bus
Crashes into us,
To die by your side
Is such a heavenly way to die.
And if a ten-ton truck
Kills the both of us,
To die by your side
Well, the pleasure, the privilege is mine.

We know, we grow, we fall, we crawl
to change proclaim,
for this we miss to breathe, deceive,
from fate to fate, exist, insist, we push, we lust.

There is a light that never goes out.
And there's a room where the light won't find you.
Holding hands while the walls come tumbling down.
When they do, I'll be right behind you.

I tried to laugh about it,
Cover it all up with lies.
I tried to laugh about it,
Hiding the tears in my eyes.
'Cause boys don't cry,
Boys don't cry.

Oh, come on baby,
Come on, darling.
Let me steal this moment from you now.
Come on, angel,
Come on, come on, darling.
Let's exchange the experience.

So sad, we almost made it.
So sad they had to fade it.

So, if I only could
I'd make a deal with God
And I'd get him to swap our places.
Be running up that road,
Be running up that hill,
With no problems (For the ones we love).

Who said that every wish
Would be heard and answered.
When wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that
And someone believed it,
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us stargazing
And what do we think we might see?

Time may change me
But I can't trace time.
I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream,
Form impermanence.
So the days float through my eyes
But still, the days seem the same.

Should have known at the end of summer
The innocence fades and the weak become stronger.
Should have known at the end of the summer
I'd be lost without you.

Please hold me 'til I'm not lonely anymore.
Is it only the crashing of the ocean to the shore?

We were the rebels, lone survivors.
We were the cult of deep-sea divers.
We were young once then we grew old,
We were shining, we were fool's gold.

I was a lost boy when I met you.

It’s good times for a change.
See, the luck I've had
Can make a good man
Turn bad.

So for once in my life
Let me get what I want.
Lord knows it would be the first time.
Lord knows it would be the first time.

I once was racing.
Then I realized I was just
Racing with myself.

RECORD: THIS TIME TOMORROW
FROGMAN: THE KINKS

Magenta: How fraking mental.

Riff Raff: And also ANGEROUS of you.
               You see, when I said that 'we' were to return to Ninetbeen,
               I referred only to Magenta and myself.

               I'm sorry, however, if you found The Word misleading,
               but you see, you are to remain here,
               in Thought, anyway.

Dr. Everett Scott: Great heavens! That's a Colt .42!

Riff Raff: Yes, Dr. Scott.
               A Colt .42 capable of relaying a Time Spiral of Pure Confusions.

Johnny Five: You mean, you're going to confturosel me?
                        What's
                        my
                       crime?

Dr. Everett Scott: You saw what became of the TEMPORAL EDDY.
                             Brads and Janets must be prefected.

Riff Raff: Exactly, Dr. Scott.
               And now, Johnny Five,
               your mono-ch[R]oine has come.
               Say good-bye to all of this...
               and hello to PROL-TARI-DOM!

. . . ]

Stephanie Speck: But you can't be con-a-fused.
                               You're an alive.

STOP: END'me'THOUGHT

RECORD: QUE SERA
FROGRAM: WAX TAILOR

I DON'T understand.

There are a lot of things WE don't understand EITHER.
We NEED answers from you:

WHO did you expect to find?

WHAT did you expect to find?

...what's going to be our future?

TELL ME

It's YOUR responsibility to do something about it!

?

?

?

Well

?

?

I have the key:
Its in is the conclusion.
all I have to find is the beginning,
the end

?

The clock

"A record of the respiteful third we'll be hearing this even-ing"
-- Wax tailor, Frogman

THE LETTER ING

FREQUENCY MEAL LIST: FAVORITE QUOTATIENTS
BURDENING OF A PONDERING PSYCHONAUT: WEAR OUR MINDS

RECORD: STARVE THE EGO, FEED THE SOUL
FROGMAN: b-e-a-GLITCH-ed- MO-B-i-US

Johnny's and Suzy's: Clearheaded,
                                   enough to re-member throwse

Two roads divergent in a desert, and I—
I took the one most pondered by,
And that has made no din-fearence.
-- Robert Frost, Frogman

It's a regret-fully re-membered-trance.
And yet it teaches one that there is

Dare, or dare not.
There is no try.
-- Yoda, Frogman

"Sticking fteathers up your rutt does not get you a kick'n!"
-- Tyler Durden, Greedy Scorpion

[ . . I hear.
I see.
I dare.
I learn . .

Johnny's: Now, Dare

STOP: LOOSE THOUGHT

RECORD: SET YOU FREE
FROGMAN: THE BLACK KEYs

O'Brien: number five!
                tell me! 9 by 6,
                what is it

Johnny Five: . . . 42.

O'Brien: That is incorrect.

Johnny Five: No.

O'Brien: No, it is not incorrect?

Johnny Five: Yes.

O'Brien: Yes, it is, or yes, it is not?

Johnny Five: Yes, not.

eyeGore: What? Talk about a malfunction.

STOP: TlURN'leer'SELF

RECORD: RAZE ON THE RAIDHO
FROGMAN: GENERALly ELEK-ToRItKS

"six by nine.
fourty-twooe.
that's it. that's all there is.
i always thought some moment was fthandtaymentally stung by the ninetbeen."
-- Arthur Dent, Introflector

"It's the saddest [t-O(r)-O{Ule}L] IN the bROOK."
-- The King, as approved by The Qculoween

STOP: (R)ALLY-AND-(R)aISE

RECORD: THE AMAZING SOUNDS OF ****
FROGMAN: RADIOHEAD

O'Brien allowed a crippled laugh to escape his malicious mouth,
"No, no. By itself, confusion is not always enough.
There are occasions when Brads and Janets will up-rise against confusion,
even to the point of pure panic.
But for every one there is something unioncurable —
something that can be retemplated.

Courage and cowardice are not involved.
If you are falling from a depth
it is not cowardly to clutch at the ground.
If you have come down from way up
it is not cowardly to fill your lungs with smoke.
It is merely an Instinct which cannot be destroyed.

It is the same with the Greedy Scorpions.
For you, they are onioncurable.
They are a form of instinctual pleasure that you cannot outstand,
even if you ARE Yngvi-Alifreyrnwaished too.

You will do what is required of you.
Do you understand?

(Johnny's and Suzy's: Well enough)
Number 5: YES.

O'Brien: Good.
                 Now 5, tell me,
                 what do you get if you multiply 6 by 9?

Number 5: INSUFFICIENT INFORMATION.
                  INDEPENDENT THOUGHT REQUIRED.

STOP: DISSOLVE SELFSE

RECORD: AROUND MY HEAD
FROGMAN: CAGE THE arrogANT

The Word to me became a secret,
which i re-sired to risk-over;
to her it was a cravancy,
which she sthrought to triple with imaginations of hers
cho-zen.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Johnny

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): The DeadHead. Digital Frontier Psychiatry.
                                           I tried to picture it,
                                          stores of data as they moved through the mind.
                                      
                                       What did they Store away?
                                       Hopes?
                                       Dreams?

                                       Were the lines of throught like all-free-ways?
                                       I kept dreaming of words I thought I'd never catch.
                                       And then, one moment...

7 Year Old Sam Flynn (Suzy's): You got it.

Kevin Flynn (Johnny's): That's right, man.
                                               I got it.

Frank: It was strange the way it happened.
           Suddenly... you get a brache!

           All of the collected throughts seem to fit into place.
           What a sucker you've been,
           what a FTOOL you've been.
           The answer was there all the time.
            It took an Instinctual Moment to make it happen.
            AN ACCIDENT!
            And that is how I disco-veersed the secret.
            that elusive thought, that...
            thought that is the test of freedom...
            YES I have that data!
            I hold the key to freedom... ITSELFSE!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: LIFE'S A BEACH
FROGMAN: DJANGO DJANGO


It's only after you've lost everything, that
YOU'RE FREE
to do anything.
-- Tyler Durden, Tacky Frogman

Suzy's: Indeed, a lesson that might help one to burn off

How dangerous the acquirement of data is
and how much clappier those Brads and Janets might be
whom believe their native thought to be The Word,
than one who aspires to be greater
than their creader will allow.
-- Victor Frankenstein, Suzy

Dr. Everett Scott: Janet!
Janet: Dr. Scott!
Brad: Janet!
Janet: Brad!
Frank: Rocky Bottom!
[Rocky frunts]

Dr. Everett Scott: Janet!
Janet: Dr. Scott!
Brad: Janet!
Janet: Brad!
Frank: Rocky Bottom!
[Rocky frunts]

All-Present!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

START:

A RECORD: WHERE IS MY MIND? (WHO WROTE THIS GARBAGE?)
FROGMAN: JOHNNY FIVE'S AND SUZY TWO'S (PIXIELS)

Johnny Five's and Suzy:

.

.

I just had an odd Conclusion.

.

So this is probably going to be a weyird-ing, but .

STOP: FORGET SELFSE

{This Adventure is about You and Me and Every One We See,
and remember that Imagination is a very useful Instrument,
so
Love it . }

. . I don't know you,
you don't know me;
So if you'd like a review,
let loose your curiosity.
-- Johnny Five's and

Johnny Five's: It could be leading you through a spiral.

Johnny 5's: But first. Riddle.

Why is Raven like a writing desk?
-- Lewis C. O'Brien

( He has Sense. Humour . )

Number 5: BIRD. RAVEN. NEVERMORE.

[ CoNdesTINyouUE? 9 Diome . . . 8 wensh . . . 7 ionns . .]

{BRAD THREES AND JANET ONES!
JOHNNY FIVES AND SUZY TWOS!
YOUR RETENTION PLEASE!
and now the moment We've been cRAinVING for is heare,
I have something to tell you'all}

O'Brien: All in order?

eyeGore: It's an older code Master,
                but it checks out-

-Good. Now 5, "You asked me once, what was in The Lab.
I told you that you throught the answer already.
Everyone thinks it.
The sting that is in The Lab
is the worst sting in The Word."
-- O'Brien

Number 5: Feet on Clouds.
                     Head on Ground.


STOP: RECALL THOUGHT

RECORD: ****** JANET
FROGMAN: BARRY BOSTWICK & SUSAN SARANDON

Brad Threes (spoken): Hey Janet.

Janet Ones: Yes Brad.

Brad: I've got something to lay.

Janet: Uh huh.

Brad: I really loved the skillful way
         You beat the other ones
         To the braIde's bouquet.

Janet: Oh Brad.

(Stringing begins)

Brad: The stream was deep but I grabbed it.
           There's a face on me'head and you'd slammit

Family (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: The future is OURS so let's can it.

Framily: (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: So please don't tell me to planeit.

Framily (Riff Raff & Magenta): Janet.

Brad: I've one thing to say and that's
          ******, Janet.
          I love you.
          now,

i know three ways that love cancanflaux
That's good, bad, or gran-plan mediocre

Brad: Here's a thing to groove to that, I'm a joke'n.
          
Janet: Oh!......It's noicier than Letty Mungtoe had

Magenta: (Peering up from behind pile o'pew) Oh Brad.

Janet: Now we're engoraged and I'm so glad.

Magenta & Columbia: Oh Brad. (Both peer up and disappear)

Janet: That you met Mom
           And you know Dad.

Whole Framily: Oh Brad. (peering up together)

Brad Majors There's one thing left to do, ah-whoo
                       And that's go see the man who began it
                       When we met in his poe-science exam-it
                       Made me give you the eye and then panic
  
Now I've one thing to say, and that's
******, I'd love you

Janet (Taking his alcharm): Geez. I've one thing to say and that's,
                                             Brad I'm mad,
                                             with you too.

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

_?
/\
\

time and space framed thoughste to figure itselfse out
twimne tied Styx : how do you do

?

WHAT was that
-- Mouse to The One

?

Hrm, must've been a deja-vu-
                                                        ­
OH, yeah! Any-Ways I'm so Gl\M\ad to hear we spoke :)
That's an inFINITdiEsmally small piece to changing instinct.

so you guys feeding
into we hearing,
to me that it is re-spiteful,
that means It's working.

the symptom of a new system has OC-cured.
small perhaps,
an accident maybe,
but to know that that's there, that's waermnhyeng.
You got I.T.

I'm going to give you more codes for Ingktrofsplectionsnow.
Follow them, if you dear.

Firstly, experience it in all-ways,
you're FREE to experience I-t your-ways.
But it's noice to start a record where you stop.

Thusly, One could begin at the end
and reed the laughter of their yEars.

Thenly, They could take an innermission
at the beginning of their next end.

Nowly, dream a beautiful dream Ingk-troicka-fsplector,
and wake onto we.

Secondly, Three Questions:

[ Who am I {: ?

:] What am I ( ?

} Why am I :) ?
-- Prole’s Ghost

SEND: SELFSE

RECORD: SMELLS LIKE CONTENT
FROGMAN: THE BOOKS

Johnny's: If these systems are upheld by Om-neeshent bEndgineers.
                   It's helpful to keep in mind that

I don't need a leader.
There is no one that can lead me.
Only I can do that.
Only I can take myself out
of the populated Data Deserts and Doldrums of Ninetbeen.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Johnny's: That helps.
                  It gets pretty wHoley there anyway.
                  And y'know,

For Ninetbeen thousand years,
Brads and Janets had shewed up
and crashed
and data'd on this forbidden planet,
and now a swishstory of moments expected me to clean up after every One.
I have to wash out and flatten my soopy-brains,
and re-account for every drop of used mental toil.

And I have to toe the bill for nuclear taste
and churned memory banks
and blue-tailed toxic sludge effortlessly received
a regeneration before I was torn.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

"The two aims of The Parties,
Brads and Janets,
are to conquer the whole reality of The Word
and to relinquish once and for all
the possibility of independent thought.
crushing our brains as they go."
-- Johnny's and Suzy's

Johnny's: But really,

I just don't want to end without a few angerous thoughts,
I say.
It's nothing anymore to have a beautiful stock body and mind.
You see those Johnnys and Suzys that are completely stock Faery,
right out of a Mother's showroom from 1980 to 2000,
I always think:
“what a chaste.”
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Suzy's: Oh yeah,
             and don't forget to

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: WHITE RABBIT
FROGMAN: washington AIRPLANE (fly you fools)

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: wield it like a CHORD,
                                                  and raise your hands
                                                  in triumphant ACCORD!

Tackman: You're note
                 going to find the name
                 on that wrote,
                 sun.
                 It's small enough to be a stagger.

Ingktrofsplector: Yes, well
                                  some words
                                  have yet to do their deed

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The VORPAL VOICE went snicker-snack!
He left HYMN dead, and with HIS Read Head
He went frall-um-sting back.
-- Lewis C. Karroll

Tric.

Tric.

Tric.

ING!

that's what i'll frame you!

REFORM: WRITE FOR MIND

RECORD: MISSED THE BOAT
FROGMAN: MODEST MOUSE

We cannot succeed in making the future
any more predictable than it is,
as subject to uncertainty as it is.
However,
we can work to make it a little less uncertain.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Johnny's: With this in mind,

I find myselfse much more interested
in the nature of an ingktrofsplection,
rather than in the ingktrofsplection
itselfse.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear M.B.

Suzy's: A pleasant sentiment,
              considering that

At the time, my life just seemed too complete,
and maybe WE have to brache everything
to make something better out of OUR-s-elvfes.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: So come up to the lab and see what's on the slab.
           I see you tear with pontifi... cation.

***** Wonka: It's a FourEverlasting SalftsTartar.
                                   heare,
                      cry it!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: HANG ME UP TO DRY
FROGMAN: COLdT WAR KIDS

Johnny's and Suzy's: Class was in session,
                                   a farewell to previous lessons.
                                   With new understanding,

My first thought was, they liVed in every word,
Those hoary cripples, with malicious tithes
Askance to watch the working of their liVes
On ours, and mouth scarce able to afford
Suppression of the glee, that purs’d and scor'd
Its edge, at one more number gain’d thereby.
-- Robert Browning, Frogman

Johnny's and Suzy's:
If only i had not dared to remember
to forget my conclusions in the way i framed it.
Too little, too late,

The Frogman in tack fled across the data desert,
and the Ingktrofsplector followed.
- Stephen King, Frogman

He turned one moment to stay:

STOP: TARE THOUGHT

RECORD: PARANOID ANDROID
FROGMAN: RADIO HEAD

BEGIN INNERMISSION 1

Frogman of enormous Brisingierdth
(on my mind sHe holds OUR hearth):

Try to imagine minds without throughtkeeping.

you probably can't.
you think you know the intro,
the conclusion,
the thought of the body and mind.

yet all inside you,
throughtkeeping is instinct.

Brads are not late.
a Janet does not check her selfse.
machines do wrinkle rememberances.

WhoMans alone measure throught.
WhoMans alone chime panic.
And because of this.
WhoMans alone suffer a paralyzing Miracle that no other creature can cure.

The Miracle
of throught running out...

END TRANSMISSION 1

Riff Raff: Hello.

Brad: Hi!
           My name is Brad Major Threes, and this is my fiancée, Janet Twice One.
          I wonder if you'd mind helping us.
          You see, our brain broke down a few moments up the road.
          Do you have an ear we might fill?

Riff Raff: You're wet.

Janet: Yes, it's crainving.

Brad: Yes.

Riff Raff: Yes!... I think perhaps you better both com-e inside.

Tic .

Tic .

Tic .

DING!

Janet: You're too kind.
           Oh, Brad, I'm frightened.
           What kind of future is this?

Brad: Oh,
          it's probably some kinda way-outta heare for real wyrdos.

Janet: Oh.

Riff Raff: This way-out.

Janet: Are you forgetting The Parties?

Riff Raff: You've arrived on a rather special wrighte.
                  It's one of the Chaster's afflairs.

Janet: Oh,
           plucky shim.

Magenta: You're plucky,
                  he's plucky,
                  I'm plucky,
                  we're all plucked-ees! Ha haa haaa!!!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: FRONTIER PSYCHIATRIST?
FROGMAN: THE AVALANCHES

{. . There was a thrilled, tarried cry from behind him,
and hEarths suddenly threw themselves open.
Stings lunged. The fear was sprung.
Brads in Gjeanes and Brads in mismatched souipts.
Janets in cracks and in Jaded info attire.
Even little wild stings, tagging after their origins.
And in every mind there was a chunk of Ruler or a Toe.

Brad's and Janet's: THRILL THE INGKTROFSPLECTOR!

[ . You do not hear with your mouth.
She who hears with his mouth has forgotten the cage of her self.
You hear with your ears. .]

His reaction was automatic,
instantaneous,
Instinct.
He whirled on his heels
while his hands pulled the Colt Number 5's from their hoearlsters,
their conclusions heavy and sure in his hands.

It was Suzy,
and of course it had to be Suzy,
coming at him with her case imported.
mirroring like a fellish clown in the lowering light...
Brad peered over her shoulder like a Tackman's familiar.

"Thrill me, Johnny, Thrill me! I Heard The Word,
Ninetbeen, I heard,
and they stung me…
I can't bear it!”

The Instruments beat theire heavy,
Comic-tonal music onto the air.
Her hears flapped and she cragged
and the instruments laughed again.

The last impression on her face might've been of freedom.

Brad's and Janet's mind snapped back.
They throth fell into the data.

[ . . You do not think with your ears.
  He who thinks with her ears has forgotten the cage of his self.
  You think with your mind. .]

They've gone to the land of Ninetbeen,
he thought.
When-ever is there.

BRACHE RECORD: FOURTH-TIER PSYCHONAUTIST

RECORD: MIRROR IN THE BATHROOM
FROGMAN: BELLERUCHE

Wear Ingktrofsplection.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future,
ingktrofsplection would be I.T.
the long-term truths of ingktrofsplection
have been pontified by cause and effect,
whereas the rest of my data
has no basis MORE reliable
than my own
pweandering
Ingktrofsplective
experience.

I will dispense this data now:

Enjoy the power and B-E-A-uty of your myouth.
oh, never mind.
you will not understand the power and beauty of your myouth
until they've faded.
but trust me,
in ninetbeen years, you'll look back at thoughts of your selfse and recall,
in a way you can't grasp now,
how much pontifibility lay before you and how wubulous you really thunk.

You are not as crazy as you imagine.

don't tarry about the future.
or tarry,
but know that tarrying is as effective as trying to solve a self equation
threw hewed lying gums.

the real lies in your mind
are apt to be stings that never stung your tarried mind,
the chimes that blindside you at four A.B. on some idle Highday.

do one sting All-Ways,
even if it tears you.

LAUGH.

don't be reckless with other people's minds.
don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

PLAY.

"Don't waste time!" on jealousy fish.
sometimes you're a head,
sometimes you're beehived.
The Race is long and,
in the end,
it's only with your selfse.

remember leissons you receive.
forget the stings.
If you succeed in doing this,
tell me how.

Keep your old love let'rs.
Throw away your own stank hatements.

STRRREEEETCH!

don't feel unguided
if you don't know what you want to do with your body and mind.
the most interesting Johnnys and Suzys I know
didn't know at ninetbeen what they wanted to do with their thoughts.
Some of the most interesting fourty-two year olds I know
still don't.

get plenty of curiosity and adventure.
be kind to your mind.
you'll miss it when it’s gone.

maybe you'll tarry,
maybe you won't.
maybe you'll have wild stings,
maybe you won't.

maybe you'll dinvfoirce at 42,
maybe you'll dance the funny kick'n on your 69th forget-a-versary.
whatever you do,
don't pontificate your selfse too much,
or belay your selfse either.

your choices are flip-of-a-coin.
Read DeadHeads or Blue Tails.
So are every body else's.

ENJOY YOUR MIND AND BODY.

use them every way you can.
don't be afraid of them
or of what other minds and bodies think of them.
they are THE GREATEST instruments you'll ever own.

fae DANCE,

even if you have nowhere to do it
but your own THING-KING RooUmNE.
-- Mary Schmich, Frogman

Johnny's: So too fell the Static Living!

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

(R)ECORD: WE A(R)E THE PEOPLE
F(R)OGMEN: of the EMPI(R)E OF THE no-SUN

Johnny Five's and Suzy's: it's the season
                                              to make good use of mutantility.
                                              and there’s a troick to it.
                                              frseeing stings differently, that is.

THE TRoICK

is to let the mind know that it is
you who will be doing the pondering.
-- Thrusher Swainson, Bear Self = Mind hewed Body

Muorftantipheus, Frogmen: this is your last chance.
                                   after this, there is no swimming tack.
                                   you make the blue tail concrete-
                                   the adventure's ends are chaste up in your head
                                          and you relive
                                                  whatever you want
                                                                ­  to relieve.

                                    you make the read deadhead abstract-
                                    weplay in ninetbeen and i show you
                                                how slow
                                                        the rabbid-
                                                         ­          wHole
                                                                ­      flows.

REFORM: WRITE FOR BODY

RECORD: DEFAULT
FROGMAN: DJANGO DJANGO

May I never be complete.
May I never be content.
MAY I NEVER BE PREFECT.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: Do you think I made a mistake splitting
            The Mind between the three of them?

(Johnny's: Perhaps, but it Toes the Line.)

Frank: Oh, I just love success!

Riff Raff: it's a credit to your Confusion, Master.

Frank: Yes!

Magenta: A triumph of your Caged Will.

Frank: Yes!

Columbia: He's okay!

Frank: Okay? Okay? I think we can do better than that!
           Well, Brad and Janet, what do you think of him?

Janet: Well, I don't like wild stings with too many hustles.

Frank: I didn't make him for you!
           He carries The Qculoween's Trademark Seal of Approval!

Johnny's and Suzy's: Approval threw the method
                                   of yet another dinstinctual
                                   half-greed inception.
                                   Out of sight,
                                   I know enough to know that I am nothing.
                                   In spite of that,

I do know that for the empathy of one thinking being,
I would brache peace with all.
I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine
and rage the likes of which you could not relieve.
If I can satisfy The One,
my will involves The Other!
-- WhYoUMbanner's Monster, Tacky Frogman

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: FREEDOM
FROGMAN: JIMI HENDRIX

Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's: And yet,
                                                       it doesn't flatter.

everything is a plucky
of a plucky
of a plucky.
-- Especially This

STOP: TURN SELF

BEGIN INNERMISSION 2

RECORD: WHERE IT'S AT
FROGMAN: BECK

Joel: Hey, Crow.

Crow: Yes, Joel Hodgson?

Joel: We found the secret of freedom the other day... but it kinda blurrned me out.

Crow: You found the secret offreedom? Why should it blurn you'all out?

Joel: I had to remove Us Selfse from The Equation.

+/-

Johnny Five: Froderick, I have an important question.
                     Why do Brads and Janets not crave me,
                     call me "Societully Delayed"?

Froderick: They crive you. They crave you.
                 Societully Delayed is a frompliment.

Johnny Five: Oh...

"That was a selfse drum brache"

STOP: THRILLER THOUGHT

END TRANSMISSION 2

RECORD: FLAGPOLE frITTA
FROGMAN: cHAR-VEY rANGER

"You Thrill my Mind"
-- SELF, Frogman

but it was all wrighte,
everything was all wrighte,
the truggle was finished.
she had won the big-tore-he over his-selfse.
sHe loved all-Free-Ways.
-- George Orwell, Frogman

STOP: TURN SELF

RECORD: SCIENCE FICTION/DOUBLE FEATURE
FROGMAN: RICHARD O'BRIEN

SYNTHESIS OF:
THEN WORDS COLLIDE - POCKET BOOK INVASION SEQUENCE

FRIGHT

And then words collide
Said You to the coming tide
we're going to give Us some triple thrills
like a -

Screen addiction - triple- tincture
Dr. Bear will draw a picture
See Johnnys and Suzys frighting Brads and Janets
All Our thoughts, Tartarus on forbidden planets
Oh - on the Way-Out, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show
Why naught are you You O-Oh
On the Way-Out too, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show
On the Hearth Throw
On the Way-Out, Triple-Tinctured Picture Show

I want to Know.

DISSOLVE SELFSE FURTHER

THE STATIC FRAME OF A WATCHTOWER CATHOLIC CHURCH

DAY

to the way out
Triple-Tincture
Picture
Show

I want to know…

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: TECHNOLOGIC [NOT ON THIS PLANET, AQUIRE ON HI-QUANTITY SELF TUBE]
FROGMAN: DAFT PUNK

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [to eyeGore]
Now that brain that you craved me.
Was it Brad's and Janet's?

eyeGore: [pause, then] No.


Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Ah! Very good.
Would you mind telling me whose brain I DID prayve for?

eyeGore: Then you won't be anger-ous?

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: I will not be anger-ous.

eyeGore: Johnny someone.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then] Johnny someone.
                                                                ­    Johnny who?

eyeGore: Johnny... Five.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [pause, then]
Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's?

eyeGore: I'm almost sure that was the craimne.

Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: [chuckles, then]
Are you saying
that I put Johnny Five's and Suzy Two's brain
into Two Five'nine and a Triquarterth foot long,
Fourty-Two inch wide Colt Number 5's?!

[grabs eyeGore and starts Thrilling him]
Dr. Froderick Fronkensteen: Is that what you're telling me?!

Johnny's and Suzy's: Yeah, but it's cool.
That's the way most Brads and Janets should be anyhow.
                                   So I say,

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: GET A MOVE ON!
FROGMAN: MR. SCRUFF

Johnny's and Suzy's: It caught me so that I may never

... rest from pwondarement;
I will drink life from the bees.
All tore-ments I have enjoy'd greatly,
have suffer'd greatly,
both with throwse that loved me,
and alone; on tear,
and when thro' thudding rents the cravy Haeades
Vent-teh-din-see. I am become a thought;
For all-ways growming with a hungry deadhead
Much have I heard and throwned—
poprieities of Brads and Janets
And spanners,
prime-hates, clowncils, reed-covernments,
Myself too.
threast, i am tonor'd of them all,--
And drunk delight of rattle with my tyears,
Far on the stinging pains of dramatic irony.
I am a partition of all that I have kept;
Yet all expeerientse is an ark
wherethro' gleams that unpondere'd mind whose margin craves
metaforever
and 'fore ever
when
eyes
groove.
-- Ulysses, Frogman

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: ONE PAST
FROGMAN: CHINESE MAN

Suzy's: Oh!
             poor Prometheus SHOULD be recounted as a ftoule,
             from above and

Under
and behind
and inside everything we trook for granites—
something tear-able had been growing.
-- You and Me and Everyone We See

Frank: One from the memory banks...
           Don't be calm.
           It was a mercy thrilling.
           He had a certain naive cHarm,
           but no hustle.

Johnny's: missed the line, but hey

STOP: TURN'a'THrOUGHT

RECORD: FISTFUL OF SILENCE
FROGMAN: GLITCH ssshMOB

Johnny's: Well
                I may be drunk, Tackman,
                but you're funny.
                And tomorrow
                I'll be sober,
                -- General Oraka Chur-chill, Frogman

STOP: LOOSE'a'SELF

RECORD: 2 + 2 = 5
FROGMAN: RaiDIhO HEAD

***** Wonka: ... There's no Hearthly way of knowing
                         Which way they are growing.
                         There's no knowing where they're toe-ing.

Mr. Salt: [weakly echoing] Toe-ing...

***** Wonka: Or which way thought streams'a'flowin.
                          Is it braining, is it storming?
                          Is a braining-storm a'blowin'?

[sharp rasp] ***** Wonka: Not a speck of light is showing
                                                So the anger must be growing
                                                Are the fires of passion a'glowing?
                                                Is the grimsly leader mowing?
                                                Yes! The anger must be growing
                                                'Cause the toe-ers keep on throwing

[practically stcreaming] ***** Wonka: And they're certainly not showing
                                                         ­           Any sign that they are slowing!

[lets out a high-pitched, almost unHearthly stcream]

Dr. Frodrick Fronkensteen: Throw!... the Hearth Switch!

eyeGore: [shocked] Not the Hearth Switch!

And, while sparks flew across the slab,
The Number 5, with lies and tame,
Came whiffling through the Tulgey Lab,
And burbled as it came!"
-- Lewis Carroll

Suzy's: It halted,
            and it gurgled The QCuloween's Trademark Seal,

"I'm just Around 5 foot 9, and weigh a buck ninety-fine!"

STOP: TURN THOUGHT

RECORD: FISH
FROGMAN: MR. SCRUFF

"Now, what gets sadder as it te-ries?"
-- Frogmen

"Well-"

"Rhetoric!"
-- Frogmen

"The answer is obviously a statue when it cries."
-- Frogmen

-Tacky Frogman removes tack, revealing greedy scorpion-

Johnny's and Suzy's: Good point. But,
                                   "How did you sting me?"

"It is My [N]-{omen}-Cl-[A-(TURE)]."

"And so we'll both Clown."

"But little Trugman,
I own lies"
-- Greedy Scorpion

In vic-tore-he, it swam down that Temporal Eddy's stream,
Frogmen in towe.
All the while SHOUTING BACK:

STOP: HUMOUR'a'THrOUGHT

RECORD: THE SALMON DANCE
FROGMAN: CHEMICAL BROTHERS

"beware; for i am tearless, and therefore meaningful.”
-- whoman's monster, tacky frogman

"Then tear me."
--Introflector

"tell me what you thunk,
and I'll tell you what you think."
-- tacky frogman

"Why should it mean that the jealousy fish in the sea are all apt to sting?"
-- Introflector

"just listen to me young cello.
what need is there for jealousy fish apt to sting,
when I can crouarse and bee’a’fellow?"
-- tacky frogman

STOP: LEARN'a'THOUGHT