Interstella 5555: Part Five

you know the funny thing about hallucinogenic flashbacks? doesn't matter what your response may be, 'cos i'm gonna tell ya. the funny thing about hallucinogenic flashbacks is that you're not on the shit anymore, yet you're still racing, fucking
up the flywheel, burning rubber, but only at about half the rpm. we'll get ridiculous. let's say, 9,000rpm?

well...

when asked, "when does it end?" by a rookie,

i'm

left

with

no

choice

but

to

respond:

"sometimes virginia, it never ends..." (sullen sigh and head hung low to conceal a cheshire grin)

wouldn't want the uninitiated to get the wrong impression. wouldn't want to lead anyone to believe that this is all shits and giggles. 'cos this is real work, this is fucken grown man shit. the helpless and the unprepared and the skeptical and the close-minded need not to apply for this position. no experience is necessary. but we do ask that you keep your higher brain inside the vehicle at all times during the ride.

vive le cirque!