To hell with that. A man goin' fishing with two whores from Portland don't have to take that crap. - Ken Kesey

The real crazies who are looking for a messiah... after an hour or so they realise I'm not it and go off and look somewhere else.

To know a thing you have to trust what you know, and all that you know, and as far as you know in whatever direction your knowing drags you. I once had a pet pine squirrel named Omar who lived in the cotton secret and springy dark of our old green davenport; Omar knew that davenport; he knew from the Inside what I only sat on from the Out, and trusted his knowledge to keep from being squashed by my ignorance. He survived until a red plaid blanket — spread to camouflage the worn-out Outside — confused him so he lost his faith in his familiarity with the In. Instead of trying to incorporate a plaid exterior into the scheme of his world he moved to the rainspout at the back of the house and was drowned in the first fall shower, probably still blaming that blanket: damn this world that just won't hold still for us! Damn it anyway!

I'd rather be a lightning rod than a seismograph.