Sleep Is An Eight-hour Peep Show Of

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In A Completely Sane World, Madness Is The Only Freedom.

The American Dream Has Run Out Of Gas. The Car Has Stopped. It No Longer Supplies The World With Its Images, Its Dreams, Its Fantasies. No More. It's Over. It Supplies The World With Its Nightmares Now: The Kennedy Assassination, Watergate, Vietnam.

I Work For Three Or Four Hours A Day, In The Late Morning And Early Afternoon. Then I Go Out For A Walk And Come Back In Time For A Large Gin And Tonic.

Consumerism Is So Weird. Its A Sort Of Conspiracy We Collude In. Youd Think Shoppers Spending Their Hard-earned Cash Would Be Highly Critical. You Know That The Manufacturers Are Trying To Have You On.