Tap, tap, tap - (index finger to your forehead) - tap, tap, tap... tap, tap, tap....

[Sparky Kronkite]

On the uncurtained pane of your subconscious........

Anybody in there?

 

[Guest]

Slap, whack, slap

 

[Mistress]

Nope, it's too damn early and a work day for anything to be there yet.

 

[Harpoon]

Nope, it's too damn early and a work day for anything to be there yet.

What mistress said. Can you start this thread again after lunch?

 

[Dillinger]

Sounds like it could be Ginsberg... HOWL with me, Sparkster!

Tap, tap, tap on the uncurtained pane of your subconscious in excited frenzy of mass migration to the party of the soul. Tap, tap, tap pounding resounding reverberating through the shivers of brain wired and fried melting like a boiling egg on hot summer's New York City sidewalk. Tap, tap, tap it quakes and shakes through my misbegotten soul sending vibrations of earthquake proportions jangling memories loose jangling memories long forgotten pinballing through my head in sights and sounds I had thought lost forever had, in fact, not even known I possessed. Tap, tap, tap...

 

[Guest]

Very good Dill......

You got me.

Skuse me while I meditate.

And when I'm done - I'll medicate.