Here I dance in this everchanging scene, getting my ideas from the newspaper stand, from the liquid crystal display, from the television screen, from the samizdat, from that oh so good and wonderful feeling — can you feel it, baby, can you feel it? Looking down at the plexiglass floor and the deep industrial abyss below — oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, the vertigo is spinning me around —–
I am productive, I am living, I am — I am — Descartes walks into a bar, the bartender says “have you been here before?’ Descartes says “I don’t think so –” and disappears.
Coffee Coffee Coffee Coffee. Hmm hmm hmm.