"Is there, is there balm in Gilead?"
"No, but there sure is a lot of dope."
Sitting beside a canal in a very un-scenic location. Oh, a dude just moved gotta get his bench quick! Aaah much better. "She Hates Me" by Puddle of Mudd playing on a radio somewhere.
Is there anything more than combinatory fantasy, really? Can you imagine something so completely outsie of experience that neither it nor any piece or aspect of it ever crossed the threshold of your senses?
Posted by Alan at August 27, 2002 04:38 PM