• Buy the Ticket, Take the Ride... //
  • but don’t forget that every day the ride gets a little more seedy, the ticket a little more expensive; the road stretches a little farther and the sun sets a little quicker. This is the orgiastic future which recedes before us. But never mind - the sun also rises. So believe in the green light; and trust me… there are things I stretch a little, but mainly I tell the truth. It's only those who do nothing that make no mistakes, I suppose. Buy the ticket, take the ride - and if it occasionally gets a little heavier than what you had in mind, well…maybe chalk it off to forced conscious expansion: Tune in, freak out, get beaten //
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The telephone blasted him awake inside an egg with the shell peeled away and only the membranous sac holding it intact. Ah! The membranous sac was his head, and the right side of his head was on the pillow, and the yolk was as heavy as mercury, and it rolled like mercury, and it was pressing down on his right temple and his right eye and his right ear. If he tried to get up to answer the telephone, the yolk, the mercury, the poisoned mass, would shift and roll and rupture the sac, and his brains would fall out…

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