a pharmacological intuit

A Pharmacological Intuit

You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the

nervous, spiritless man, appears from the back office.

Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that?

The city seen for the first time, in its first wild promise of all

was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't

flutter, like giant snowflakes, down toward her. Slowly,

they make the honey, and we make the money.

Their attention is drawn to a commotion on the

roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad.

A terrible silence fills the room.

The way we work may be a mystery to you,

a gift that I have never found in any other person.