“Each time your eyeball rolling, your eyeball flipping, you’re feeding the monkey another banana.”

“See and not see. Once eyeball is stationary, no more dysfunction.”

“If your eyeball doesn’t flip, there’s no monkey.”

“If you can dysfunction your eyeball for 30 seconds, I give you one thumb up. If you can dysfunction your eyeball for one minute, I give you three thumbs up.”

I walked ~A LOT~ back in the day, never getting calluses, but Yellow Fat Disease caught up with me in my seventies.

Things are back to normal now.

Calluses are a sign of toxicity, according to Adano Ley (Swami Nitty-Gritty).

It’s no accident that Hippie was crucified at the Altamont Free Concert, a stoned throw from the Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory and Sandia National Laboratories.

You’re inconsiderate if you don’t move over and make room for someone else — the usual Club of Rome horse crap.

I’m happy to be a library-educated dissident and anti-science hooligan hipped to the joys of Yippie-style culture jamming.

You can only live forever by biting a virgin in the neck or by drinking a quart of adrenochrome harvested from the adrenaline glands of a living human body.

Only vampires and werewolves need apply for life extension benefits at the U.S. Department of Immortality Enforcement.