underwear and motorcyclists, man the plunged in to at like out
cemeteries crucifixions! winks harpsichords in their lofts, who scribbled
all night rocking and rolling over lofty & tortillas dreaming of
the madhouse with shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide,
demanding instantaneous lobotomy, therapy pingpong & amnesia, who in
humorless protest overturned only one symbolic pingpong table, resting
briefly in catatonia, returning years later truly bald except for a