supersonic speed, their flexible skulls flapping in black j winds of insect agony.The Dream Police disintegrate in globs of rotten ectoplasm swept away by an old junky, coughing and spitting in the sick morning. The Mugwump Man comes with alabaster jars of fluid and the Reptiles get smoothed out.The air is once again still and clear as glycerine.The Sailor spotted his Reptile. He drifted over and ordered a green syrup. The Reptile had a little, round disk mouth of brown gristle, expressionless green eves almost covered by a thin membrane of eyelid. The Sailor waited an hour before the creature picked up his presence.“Any eggs for Fats?” he asked, his words stirring through the Reptile’s fan hairs.It took two hours for the Reptile to raise three pink ; transparent fingers covered with black fuzz.» Several Meat Eaters lay in vomit, too weak to move, i (The Black Meat is like a tainted cheese, overpower- i ingly delicious and nauseating so that the eaters eat s and vomit and eat again until they fall exhausted.)5 A painted youth slithered in and seized one of the e great black claws sending the sweet, sick smell curling e through the cafe.

HOSPITAL

Disintoxication Notes. Paranoia of early withdrawal. . . . Everything looks blue. . . . Flesh dead, doughy, toneless.