“Oh they have house trouble! Testify! How the rotator cuff snaps: Lego-like,
matchstick, terrified! All those stressed bumps picking up turbulence.
and three-quarter turns. That kind of houseboat doesn’t do well in cyclo-
genetic conditions, even when God is pointing down through the clouds:
There! There! How are you supposed to furnish a place like that, even
when you consider the wingspan of this joint? Must be a big deal when
that mother takes off! Sorry to mutter on so — it's the
Storecast (tm) that I keep reading whenever I get scared, or go outside.
the voices telling me that milk and mint gum don’t come from the same
factory, aren’t you the sort of person to believe what they say? Art and arms,
mothers and robbing your mother’s house — I’m just saying. state
ments are only public if you can accept the judges’ ruling — no, it’s time
I’m talking about here: haven’t spilled hot coffee on my hands for well
over well I guess it’s well over an hour. I don’t read philosophy I can’t
quote Marcuse or Captain Kangaroo (D.Phil.). I don’t think it’s time for
a change. all arrows pointing to the exit row, and now look at that!
all this rain has detached my retina while I wasn’t looking. Would you
believe some poor fool reads strictly for content?! He’s there in the back
row of seats. all the rain in the world couldn’t wash away the impression
of safety I take away from that bull’s-eye, tattooed across your forehead.
‘eMeT’ equals truth, ‘MeT’ equals death, ‘Me’ equals me. At least
somebody around here can keep his focus!”
overheard on the plane to New York
