Lee Harvey

_ Such suchness... What separates the jug from the water within?... O my, but ain't I something! Anyway, aren't you a sight today...
_ Get me an expresso.
_ It's espresso, axxhole.
_ Lee Harvey! Just because you have a bullet in your gun doesn't mean you have to start a war.
_ Just trying to keep it real. I'm waiting for the lenses in my glasses to change over from outdoor to indoor shading in order that I can see what the hell I am doing. That reminds me... I have an extra salad dryer. Would you like it?
_ A salad dryer?
_ Yeah. It's like a tilt-a-whirl for salad greens.
_ Is it possible to ingest a product that will allow for one to understand what it is someone means apart from what it is they say?
_ Have you ever tried the butterscotch tea?
_ Get me an essssspahwessso!
_ A bit of early afternoon sophistication?
_ Make it a double.
_ Cross your eyes, for there is no other.
_ You know what? I'm going to switch to a butterscotch tea.
_ Howsaboy?
_ Woof-woof.

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     ... The walk back through time passes the place wherein we all became brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, friends and enemies. We are to continue onward, backward, ridding ourselves of all attachment, all accessories, all stories; we are to rid ourselves of time... of ourselves. Is there a single grain of sand upon which this whole world is built? Be done with it and go behind that locked door.

     ... The color 'red'... What color is it? I saw the old girl this here afternoon on my walk back from the cafe. She looked as though she had escaped from the dining hall of the All Alone Home. She was elegantly turned out - a gravy-coated smock, mismatched shoes, and a hat that fell over her ears. I paused to greet her, having never met her before. She asked me what color was red. I told her that just before dawn, when the cosmic winds blow the unfiltered light of pure being into our lives, and the veil is lifted, she is to breathe. Then, when the great orb crosses over into the rise in a shower of downward rays, she is to release her breath in a soft song.
         She toodle-ooed, her hat waving as she went.

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