haired fuck staggers out to give us the benefits of his ripe idiocy. Are we never to be free of this grey-beard loon lurking on every mountain top in Tibet, subject to drag himself out of a hut in the Amazon, waylay one in the Bowery? Tve been expecting you, my son and he make with a silo full of com. ‘Life is a school where every pupil must leam a different lesson. And now I will unlock my Word Hoard…  “  do fear it much “ ‘Nay, nothing shall stem the rising tide “ ‘I can’t stem him, boys. Sauve qui pent.’ “ ‘I tell you when I leave the Wise Man I don’t even feel like a human. He converting my live orgones into dead bullshit.’ “So I got an exclusive why don’t I make with the live word? The word cannot be expressed direct. . . . It can perhaps be indicated by mosaic of juxtaposition like articles abandoned in a hotel drawer, defined by negatives and absence.. . .
“Think I’ll have my stomach tucked. . . . I may be old, but I’m still desirable’ (The Stomach Tuck is surgical intervention to remove stomach fat at the same time making a tuck in the abdominal wall, thus creating a flesh corset, which is, however, subject to break and spurt your horrible old guts across the floor. . . . The slim and shapely F.C. models are, of course, the most dangerous. In fact, some extreme models are known as O.N.S.—One Night Stands—in the industry. Doctor “Doodles” Rindfest states bluntly: “Bed is the most dangerous place for an F.C. man.”
The F.C. theme song is “Believe Me If All These