Resident mockery, give us an hour for magic.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin... The program for this evening is not new. You've seen this entertainment through and through. You've seen your birth, your life and death. You might recall all the rest. Did you have a good world when you died? Enough to base a movie on?

I offer images-I conjure memories of freedom that can still be reached-like the Doors, right? But we can only open the doors-we can't drag people through.

When sex involves all the senses intensely, it can be like a mystical experience.

Death makes angels of us all and gives us wings where we had shoulders smooth as ravens claws.

Music is your only friend until the end...

I can kind of envision one person with a lot of machines, tapes, and electronic set-ups...singi ng or speaking and using machines.