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Time, as our species has lived it on this planet, will cease to exist. No more dark/light binary. No more active red daytime, blue evening dissolving. No longer is sunshine the coagulant of consciousness, causing us to clot into personalities, to cohere once more on our pillows each morning. These TV scientists predict “a global desertification of dreams.”

'"When thou art reading, turn attention to Trimalchion's feast. As to verses, they have disgusted me, since Nero is writing an epic. Vitelius, when he wishes to relieve himself, uses ivory fingers to thrust down his throat; others serve themselves with flamingo feathers steeped in olive oil or in a decoction of wild thyme. I read Nero's poetry, and the result is immediate.'

"A giant tulip," smiled the dead puppet, feeling he was on a roll, "a giant tulip with the penis of a donkey has teeth that chatter the drip-drop of wise men who eat their own brains with large silver spoons."

'And the walking dead man, the woman fish and the man followed the melted railway.'

'A thousand hummingbirds flew as one, controlling the puppet of a corpse beneath them.'