“So you see– so you see– so you see– a certain L-O-quence can arise– dig?- drumming on the meanest state– and here I mean voc-ab-u-lary- of existence.

“qua-quo-quell-cope, honest abe, honest abe.

“It’s an enthusiastic endeavor. Like– you know– you know– youknow– En-theos… god within, yeah?

“I mean, here we have hipocrisy, your run-of-the-mill spiral veil, your typical vortex machine loosely coupled to any hanging sexual appendage in suckling fellatio action. Now I don’t mean like sex and in real sex but sex as in what-you’re-not-supposed-to-say-or-do type sex.

“We can expose it, we can shed light on it, we tickle it into the light, make it laugh, jiggle, unseat it from pleasure giving, from its insultated embrace…

“and what do we get? What do we find?

“Intoxicated by the call of truth we are lead only to another machine. It’s the tape that’s speaking.: