From the back cover: "DEAR NEIGHBOR: Have you been piling all your bills in a drawer and leaving them to collect dust? Does a middle-aged man more like a shadow figure keep asking you to examine his problem: having too many rock-solid erections? Does common sense tell you that persistent flashbacks to an underground ranch where cowboys and clanking robots look to you for guidance and decision-making may not be entirely healthy? You may be having a BREAKDOWN!!"
Write this in the dot of the eye on one word of the version of "WET CHIN" that you've already inscribed on the head of a pin & then don't tell anyone wch "i" you've dotted w/ this bk. Then you may die & go to that robot farm in the Hollow Earth.
Was it the pressure-cooker of Baltimore that created this genius? I've never felt such fear or revulsion watching anybody speak before, and still come back for more. While some people turn their heads, others stop and stare.