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I Also Do A Lot Of Kundalini Yoga.

I've Been Wanting To Tell People My Theory About What Goes On After Time. It's Beyond Our Consciousness. We Get Glimpses Of It Between The Infrared And The Ultraviolet - The Narrow Narrow Corridor Of Light That We Are Able To Perceive.

We All Need Something To Help Us Unwind At The End Of The Day. You Might Have A Glass Of Wine, Or A Joint, Or A Big Delicious Blob Of Heroin To Silence Your Silly Brainbox Of Its Witterings But There Has To Be Some Form Of Punctuation, Or Life Just Seems Utterly Relentless.

Of All The Consumer Products, Chewing Gum Is Perhaps The Most Ridiculous: It Literally Has No Nourishment – You Just Chew It To Give Yourself Something To Do With Your Stupid Idiot Western Mouth. Half The World Is Starving, And The Other’s Going, ‘i Don’t Actually Need Any Nutrition, But It Would Be Good To Masticate, Just To Keep My Mind Off Things.

My Mate Karl Once Told Me He’d Been Looking After This Five-year-old Boy Who – Not Knowing Enough To Have An Ironic Inflection To His Words – Said, ‘i Want Something.’ He Didn’t Know What It Was. Not ‘i Want Sweets’, Or ‘a Can Of Coke’, Or ‘to Watch The Tweenies’, Or Whatever It Is They’re Into Now (i Like Bagpuss), But ‘i Want Something.’ All Of Us, I Think, Have That Feeling. And What Heroin Does When You First Start Taking It Is Tell You What That Something Is.