i met one . he stood before me and his eyes got all starry . yes , sir ... having a vision ... for me ? oK! , thanks for the love , peace officer . he told me boldly to beware of a certain vehicle a dangerous one death intersected i become vigilant in my watching of course , tho , it happened down the road in a circumstance i became three inches from dying and no one would know , so i quit measuring life so exactly
duck soup and then there's the sci-fi psychic cop thriller with a bitter ending the poet is ensnared and re-programmed so to become known , we become less vigilant ? ya , what could be involved in becoming known ? that's a very interesting question . it'd be cool to be famous without ever being in the news .
It was the poet who became famous first. Such is the price of fame that you be leaned upon for some sensation of guidance. Remembering is selective forgetting.
it's difficult to describe a psychic society - the one we all share . i know music is there , and too , the light of brilliant imagination . this is my path home . it is to be with all now , and i hope you are going home too . once i worked to create an opera . actually , i think it came to be in fantastic way . i heard a whole city sing it . i'm glad i didn't write out notes for the voices at all specifically . yes , i listened to it as the art of psychic society . it began in the morning and at the end of the day , after the closing baritone aria , hmm , a little faerie creature did a fancydance of light and a good-night .