Get those juices flowing, get them moving good and quick, developing something with those little fingers, and the big ones too. It’ll flow like a waterfall, down the curves of your brainstem and into the spinespiral, spin on down to the base of your body, down to the feet, the toes will wiggle with wonder. It’ll be beautiful, won’t it? That’s the question we’ll all be asking, when the sun snuffs it and we head of into the ripped ether.
I’ll spin with you, don’t worry, we all spin down here in
the light of the sun, we all spin around and around and around and around and
around and so on. Worry not, we will take it all into you, only you, forever
you, splatter it across you like the contents of a pavement across the
windshield of our motorcar.
It? What do you mean you don’t know It? It is it, isn’t it?
Please, tell me it is it, or this has all been a waste. That is it? Thank fuck.
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