I'm fixing a whole what keeps my mind from wandering, and it really doesn't matter if I'm wrong. I'm right. And I really have to shout and leap about. This love of mind keeps groaning all the time.

Blink for yourself. It's all you can do. And someday you won't be blotted out. Cuz we'll all shine on. Like Venus and Mars and Happiness is a Warm Gun. We all shine on.

Come on everyone. Everyone come on.

There was a crush of a great mind silence over- imposing the customary static and crosschat. It pressed Abe to pull over and stall.