_ Howsaboy?
_ I need some de-caf; I need to get some sleep tonight. I was up all night following the story about the fish shortage in Japan.
_ There aren't any fish in Japan; they're in the ocean. Besides, de-caf doesn't help you sleep, it just doesn't keep you awake.
_ All this from not watching television and not reading newspapers?
_ All this and more.
_ You're like a cartoon character.
_ Oh really? With the masses intent on quantity, quality is reserved for the more refined tastes. I'm at my peak; I'm to be savored as one would a fine liqueur, or an organic flame-broiled raisin; I'm best enjoyed straight and unadorned.
_ Someone once told me that we're all different, therefore we are all the same. That fucked me up for a good, long while. If need be I'll move to another table.
_ Take 'em ease... Have some de-caf.
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... Increments... nasty things... seconds, pennies, inches, whispers, hints, morsels, drops, gasps... nasty things... lifetimes, riches, separation, screams, memories, vomit, tears... to suffocate. Too little, or too much; too many, or too few. Bursting forth, or shriveling up... What's the diff? Who are you?
... The Walrus Factor, as previously mentioned, is locked, stocked and barreled in the understanding that everybody's fucked up. The 'Walrus Effect' is the subsequent change in our behavior, both as individuals and as members of society, once the aforementioned 'Factor' grabs hold of our biology. I recommend a meditative exploration into what makes us so certain of our continually re-emerging sense of self. It's not a matter of everybody else, it's a matter of 'Who are you?' Inhale and exhale... follow it home.
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