The Security State rats–every last one of them–were trembling in their ratholes, ears to the walls, trying to pretend that wasn’t the crack of doom on some distant radio….
…and then Laura Nyro’s high range set the place on fire and shattered all the glass in the windows and they were forced to break for cover and, as they scurried for the door with their tails smoking and their rat hair singeing, the radio switched songs…
I have funny dreams some times. Often, I don’t even need to fall asleep.
I can only imagine what might happen if I took drugs.
Somehow I’ve never believed those who told me I’d have even more fun.
I mean, I’ll let you in my dream and you don’t even have to let me in yours!