Since Vonnegut died, thus proving that education is without benefit, I'm all about Tim Leary!

[otherlander]

Now will somebody get this unicorn off my chest? It just had sex with a talking frog and it's now giving birth to a loaf of bread.

Okay, now, it's trotting away and I'm left with the bread which I must guard, but it turns out that it's actually a dish of delicious indian food. I must not eat it; I must protect it.

Now I'm taking it with me onto this train, which is going under the ocean. All around me there are people throwing stones at each other, but they think they're just defending themselves.

So I have to go to the moon and make it rain for fourty years. The rain will open their eyes, and they'll climb out of the ocean naked, and grow food for each other like something out that book that John Stuart Mill wrote.

And when I get back to the moon, I'm getting onto a bus full of singing people, and we'll all brush each other's hair and wander the roadways forever.

[begin_within]

1. Timothy Leary's dead.

No, no no no, he's outside, looking in.

[otherlander]

4. Yes, but if you say it backwards, it's

Daed Syrael Yhtomit!

[Patsy Stone]

2. Get a job

hippy.

[Xipe Totec]

3. ROFL!

:rofl:

[otherlander]

5. But the world is the best place of all

for a lot of such things, as
Making the fun scene, and making the love scene and making the sad scene
And singing low songs and having inspirations
And walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues
and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing
And going swimming in rivers on picnics in the middle of the summer
And just generally 'living it up'

Yes, but then right in the middle of it
Comes the smiling mortician.

[Patsy Stone]

6. Isn't that

not Leary? See...the LSD is kicking in already. :)

Your Brain is God.