We never stop performing, and of course we perform best when we don’t know we’re performing. That’s why when we’re dead we give our best performances, but sadly people have stopped looking and all the world misses the show. Matinees for worms.
The people up-top of here look pretty sexy, don’t they? They shouldn’t disappear. You should strap ’em to the back of that rickety wagon with the type writer for a doorbell, drape some blinkety lights across ’em, and drag ’em around the country. Kids and freaks will love them.
– An Imaginary Gift from Myles na gCopaleen.
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