A: Absorbed in our discussion of immortality, we had let night fall without lighting the lamp, and we couldn't see each other's faces. With an offhandedness or gentleness more convincing than passion would have been, Macedonio Fernandez' voice said once more that the soul is immortal. He assured me that the death of the body is altogether insignificant, and that dying has to be the most unimportant thing that can happen to a man. I was playing with Macedonio's pocketknife, opening and closing it. A nearby accordion was infinitely dispatching La Comparsita, that dismaying trifle that so many people like because it's been misrepresented to them as being old....I suggested to Macedonio that we kill ourselves, so we might have our discussion without all that racket.

Z: (mockingly) But I suspect that at the last moment you reconsidered.

A: (now deep in mysticism) Quite frankly, I don't remember whether we committed suicide that night or not.

In every age there are boys and girls born, who in their hearts, in the red of their blood are true believers. For most of them there is no place to worship... no place to play. What must they do...

We are working on an EP.

THX,
Management

Please forward all dreams, hopes, predictions, longings, visions...they will not be disseminated to the brain trust.

Part of a McKenna broad cast.

http://www.nvo.com/cd/trip/mp3s