Turn on, Tune in, Drop out.
Express the psychedelic with the cybernetic. Turn on, tune in and boot up.
If you don't like what you're doing, you can always pick up your needle and move to another groove.
Tune in, turn on, and drop out.
I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen.
All suffering is caused by being in the wrong place. If you're unhappy where you are, MOVE.