I hope you remember me. I am a respectable psychiatrist working in

a partnership with a certain Dr. Guest, who is recuperating from severe dehydration.

And Rena is my catlike purring receptionist who is kinda coming on to me..or...maybe just teasing me..i cannot tell the difference...i wish i could..i feel awkward....

But i smoke pot before every session , to clear my mind of all its

idiotic worries so i can be clearheaded for the client who is paying me two hundred dollars an hour.

~

 A sad sack sat in the couch and said,

"I know a thin quiet man on a safe suburban street, 

whom i communicate with.

No one else hears him but the Wind...

i called him up to get the world view all clear in  my Mind Theater.

It needed updating, the Mind Theater, and the cheapest way to

do it was pay everyone off in psycheledic substances of some sort...

anything to get away from the grim scene out there.

It is grim, but no more occupiers or anyone sceaming it.

So i guess we sink into a summer slumber, America,

bathe our bodies in sun.

some chase summer's sun can never catch it to bring it back...

~

syria! said the thin man. he said: no kurdish terrorism organization

opperating in northern syria..so says Turkey. Yes, Turkey is a much more complicated successful society,and it used to be seat of Empire.Ottoman.

 Wait a minute!

Ya, you see now? said the quiet man.

Gosh...all these countries comin together in the olympics..sports on the international level.

People take that seriously, he said.

and hung up. 

~

My client was having Olympic phobia. i said either face it or totally block it out. there are upsides and downsides to both...

He said maybe some swimming he would watch. I winked at him.

He went off cured, for a week or so.