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~ ~ wt : SE 176-21 - , t country trainin' dogs sniff out flowers, ya know? ‘Dey don't : know *bout 17,000 pound chick ridin' airplanes. Logic. 4 What a trek. Uh, fighting back. We use our insanity versus x theirs. That's the choice. Alvernative fantasies. Is it > ‘legal? I don‘t know. 2,700,000 laws in this country. 2,700,000 laws. Pshew. How're ya gonna know what to do. We go down to Pentagon, we say uh, "We'd like permit raise the Pentagon 300 feet in the air." Can’t do that - its Y illegal. What'ya mean it’s illegal. All right, get us 8 law. No, can't find it. Well, we're comin' anyway. They're liberal in Washington, though, they say we'll give ya ten feet. Say, ok. Well, we tricked ‘om, went up 300 feet. September 21st, 1967. You weren't there, We saw it. Come to Chicago. They say you can't have permit sleep in the park. You're gonna have 10,000 people walking naked on Lake Michigan. That's illegal. Show us the law. I know it's back there somewhere rah rah rah 2,700,000 laws in this country, can't look them all up. That's illegal. We say, oh, we're gonna do it anyway. We like to break the laws. 2 Insanity. Choice of insanity and there's a choice of death, You wanta get a degree, learn how to make ovals, you wanta go sit in a office. I was out ‘der. When I was older I was a salesman for drug company. Pshew. Heavy job. $15,000 a year. Had down a science, But only I worked four hours a week, spent the rest of the time workin' for SNCC. But that was play, that wasn't work, the udder four hours were the work. Ya go up to a doctoy, see, a detail man, ‘ats a heavy job and uh say "Hey doc, uh we need a little report, ya know, like uh this drug ain't doin’ too good, How ‘bout writin’ a little report, I give ya $500 bucks. Said ok, slip it under ‘de door and ya give ‘im $500 bucks, see, then he writes this report an' send it back to the home office, -they zip it out to all these intellectual journals that doctors read, and they read great. BRILLO. Yeah, it's good for diarrhea. And the whole thing was like run that way and it was spooky. Like ya didn't know, it ain't good ta shit or what, what'm I don' here? Peddlin' this an' who can I ask? What is truth, who am I, what's my identity and all _that. Where's my soul? Like, I shod the church, Let me in, see, covldn't answer that. Where's my soul, priest, where's my soul, rabbi. Ah, wedn't know, ya know, uh we don't know "bout life. Go ask Dali Llama. Uh, I coukh‘t find him so I asked by boss. We came around, say “Hey, boss, this shit any good?""= He say, "Well, won't kill ya. House in the suburbs, it was great. Mowed the lawn. Yeah, mowed the lawn. Four hours a day, $15,000. Yeoh. But, it was burnin‘ my soul. So I pick (illigible) head for Lower East Side with -~ 44 -