Are you feeling the good vibrations, you know, the excitation? Does the creative mood elevate your soul? I’ve been warned that there’s a black mountainside bogarting bogartsville. But I only sense it — I’m so sorry Uncle Albert, you know I haven't done a bloody thing all day. The kettle's on the boil and I’m so easily called away. But who told Willie Brown, for what is ailing; I’m not sure… are you?

I’ve been told by those who represent, that I've got nothing on my mind, nothing to remember, nothing to forget — nothing to regret. But I'm all tied up on the inside. You know I've heard about people like me, I’ve read about people like you. We all walk one road to get free and realize the wrong direction is often right; all roads lead to here. Oh repreunpepermintastalicacism, there ain’t no reason things are this way; it’s how its always been and they of intent intend to stay. Perhaps prison walls are indeed standing tall. Some things never change at all, or do they?

I’m feeling a vibatious vibe assassin trying to exterminate expression. But Brother Bob beseeches me to understand that when there is no reason, you can study the ancients, you can learn every fact; you can follow the cycles that leave and come back. How everything changes, it's been ever thus, one day you're a comet the next day you’re dust.  We are not just crumbs in Crackerbox Palace. We are the whole of nothing; we are sometimes good . . . sometimes bad. That's all a part of life.

Madness has a prolific mojo. It’s like seeing two trains a coming, but both aren’t going your way. You need to stand at the crossroads and just digest original thought — original sin?  Turn… turn… turn.

So, dear Prudence, won’t you come out to play? Don’t run away. The wind is low the birds will sing, that you are part of everything is a universal consciousness completely contrived in consensus science. Look around round round. Won't you open up your eyes?

Please discuss if you must this metaphor in 10.9. I wish I could say we didn’t have that much to lose. But is it already lost? Have we been on the road too long. Well, Mama don't allow us all playing at the same time. I don't care what Mama don't allow, we’re all gonna play all at the same time anyhow.