A long time ago... There was this guy... You know, man was just startin' out... He found this rock on the ground... Then he found this other rock... Then he started hittin' um together... Started a beat... Then he started singing along...

Walkin' 'round in this dead-end town there's not much to do. Some things are pointing up and some things are pointing down. Not much to do in this damn old dead-end town. Some people look around and see places to go. Sometimes they walk around and never find a place they know. Sometimes it all falls down and they ruin everything! Lots of things in this world. Some green, blue, yellow, and red. Sometimes you've got to turn your head, the other way. Ignore what they said to you. Do what you're supposed to do. Not alot of people know what the hell they are doing. Lotta people gotta find it, get a chance and take it. Some people do. They do what they're supposed to do. Others too, don't know what to do. They don't know what to do! Oh Lord! And if you look 'round, you'll see what's goin' down. If you look on top, you'll see what is on top. And if you look on down, you'll see the ground. Layin' on the ground. Where're these things spinning around? I don't know but it looks like it's gonna explode! I don't know what to do. But I know we got to get something we got to do. Sometimes you look around and you know what you're gonna do! Lots of things all around me. Some are bushes, some are trees. Some the sky, some my feet. Some the ground, and some the street. I do not know where I am from, but I know where I'm going. And all the beautiful things. Do what they're supposed to do. People do what they're supposed to do. (gibberish) Do what you're supposed to do. They follow themselves. They follow their hearts. I'll be there where it starts. You know what to do. Do what you're supposed to. Drive around, roll down your windows. Let the air pour in. Say hello to your family. Say hello to your kin. Walk around, blisters on your feet. Ignore it. Have fun with the street. Get where you're going and when you're there you'll be free.

LOOK AT THE PICTURE!!! See the skull, the part of bone removed, the "master-race" Frankenstein radio controls, the Brain-thoughts Broadcasting Radio, the Eyesight Television, the Frankenstein Earphone Radio, the Threshold Brainwash Radio, the latest new skull reforming to contain ALL Frankenstein Controls, even in THIN skulls of WHITE PEDIGREE MALES! Visible Frankenstein controls! The synthetic nerve-radio directional antennae loop! Make copies for yourself! There is NO ESCAPE from this worst gangster police state, using ALL of the deadly gangster Frankenstein controls! In 1965, CIA gangster police BEAT ME BLOODY, dragged me IN CHAINS from Kennedy New York Airport! Since then I HIDE in forced jobless poverty, isolated alone in this low deadly niggertown old house. The brazen, deadly Gangster Police and niggerpuppet underlings spray me with POISON NERVE GAS from automobile exhausts and even lawnmowers! DEADLY ASSAULTS, even in my yard with knives, even bricks and stones, even DEADLY TOUCH TABIN or ELECTRIC SHOCK FLASHLIGHTS; even remote electronically controlled around-corners-projection of DEADLY TOUCH TARANTULA SPIDERS or even bloody-murder "accidents" to shut me up forever with a Sneak Undetectable Extermination! Even with trained parroting puppet assassins in MAXIMUM SECURITY INSANITY PRISON for writing these unforgivable TRUTHS!! Until my undetectable extermination, I, Francis E. Dec, esq., 29 Maple Avenue, Hampstead, New York, I STAND ALONE against your mad, deadly, worldwide conspiratorial Gangster Computer God Communism with wall-to-wall deadly Gangster protection, life-long sworn conspirators, Murder Incorporated, organized crime, the police and judges, the Deadly Sneak Parroting Puppet Gangsters using all the Gangster deadly Frankenstein controls! These hangmanrope sneak deadly gangsters, the judges and the police, trick, trap, rob, wreck, butcher, and MURDER the people to keep them TERRORIZED in Gangster Frankenstein earphone radio slavery for the Communist Gangster Government and con-artist Parroting Puppet Gangster-playboy scum-on-top! The secret work of all police, in order to maintain a Communist "closed society"! The same worldwide mad deadly Communist gangster computer god that controls YOU as a terrorized Gangster Frankenstein Earphone Radio slave! Parroting Puppet, you are a terrorized member of the "MASTER RACE" worldwide 4 BILLION eye-sight television camera guinea pig Communist Gangster Computer God MASTER RACE! You're LIVING, THINKING mad, deadly worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God SECRET OVERALL PLAN: WORLDWIDE LIVING DEATH FRANKENSTEIN SLAVERY to explore and control the ENTIRE UNIVERSE with the endless "STAIRWAY TO THE STARS" - namely the manmade inside-out planets with nucleonic powered speeds MUCH faster than the speed of light! Look up and see the Gangster Computer God concocted NEW FAKE STARRY SKY! The worldwide completely controlled deadly degenerative climate and atmosphere through the new world round Translucent Exotic Gaseous Envelope which the worldwide Communist Gangster Computer God MANIPULATES through countless exactly positioned satellites; THE NEW FAKE PHONY "STARS" IN THE SYNTHETIC "SKY"!! For AGES before Frankenstein Controls apeoidic niggers interbreedable with APES had no alphabet, not even NUMERALS! Slavery conspiracy over 300 years ago ideally tiny-brained apeoidic nigger Gangster government Eyesight TV Gangster spy cameras, Computer God New World Order DEGENERATION! When "gifted" with all Gangster Frankenstein controls, nigger deadly Gangster Parroting Puppet or niggertrained PROGRAMMED ROBOTS DEADLY APE-FRANKENSTEIN MACHINES!! Degenerative disease to ETERNAL Frankenstein slavery!! Overall plan through "ONE WORLD COMMUNISM" (Top Secret codeword!!!) meaning "worldwide absolutely helpless-and-hopeless simple-languaged mongrel-mulatto- apeoidic NIGGERS"!! Worldwide, systematic instant plastic surgery BUTCHERY MURDER, fake ageing so ALL people are dead or useless by age 70! Done at night to YOU as a Frankenstein slave! Parroting puppet Gangster slave, now even you know I am a MENACE to your worldwide, mad, deadly Communist Gangster Computer God! Therefore, I must go to extermination. Before I am exterminated by this gangster, Computer God concocted and controlled worst mongrel organized crime murder incorporated Gangster Communist government, I hand YOU the secrets to save the entire human race, and the entire UNIVERSE! Donate money, or even a manual typewriter to me, FOR YOUR ONLY HOPE FOR A FUTURE!!

Can you feel the flames lickin' on your back? Can you feel the flames lickin' on your face? Can you feel it? Can you surrender to it? Can you see what's goin' on? Can you lay back? Can you look into their eyes? Can you feel it? Can you lay back? Can you look into their eyes? Can you look around? Can you make a sound? Can you? Can you make a sound? Can you? Can you make a sound?

I am a Spanish immigrant (my name is Elrod) I have a story to tell (i am Mexican immigrant) This is my story! Walkin' down the side streets of west California. I have a story, I don't wanna bore ya. Spanish immigrant. Can't you see from the Lord I'm sent. Spanish immigrant. From the Catholic Lord I've been sent.

Feel it all. Walkin' around. Feel the sound. Coffin in the ground. Feel. Breathe in the cold winter air. Breathe in. Look around. Oxygen flows to your brain. And you hear the sound. Birds and crickets, grasshoppers, and all sorts of mammels. They surround you. Breathe in the cold winter air. Breathe it in. Breathe it in. Breathe the air in. Breathe it in. Breathe in. You're breathin', I guess. Now do you? Haven't passed on to the next world. Do you may. Do what what you might. Just breathe the air tonight.

"Switch!" "Steve, come tell us a story." "*cough* Hello! Can you hear me? Can you hear me?" "It's workin'!" "Is it workin'?" "Yeah." "Hello, my faithful lounge compadres. Let me tell you a story. So I was... was layin down one feeling quite philosophical. And I decided... I would think deep inside. See if I can't... find the reason... for the meaning of life. And I decided... I decided... That I didn't fuckin' know. So you know what the moral of this story is kids? You know what the moral of the story is?" "What?" "Do you know?!?!" "No!" "I want... I... neither do fuckin' I. I don't know the moral of the story. And you know what the moral of that story is? Don't do coke kids. It's bad. Also, if you're going to learn piano... learn it when you're a kid. Same goes for foreign languages. Marc tell us a story. Don't be dodgin'. Don't dodge Marc." "I can't play... while I'm singing." "Neither can I." "I'll be playin' it on the clav. GO." "Yeah! Tell us a story Marc." "So the other day... walkin' down the street... and I saw Steven." "What was I doin' down the street?" "You were skipping down the street. It was rather gay of you... as in happily." "I don't remember skippin' down the street!" "Well you did... and you enjoyed it. And at that same time I saw a car... raging tword you! 'Bout to hit you... and kill you. And sprat...splatter your brains all over the place." "I remember that!" "And I was 'bout to say 'Hey, Steven! Watch out!'... but then something compelled me and I said 'Ha! Let it happen.'"

Walkin' 'round in this dead-end town there's not much to do. Some things are pointing up and some things are pointing down. Not much to do in this damn old dead-end town! Walkin' 'round. Blisters on your feet. Learn to enjoy it. Be friends with the street. Get where you're going and when you're there you'll be free! "When the fuck does the next part come in?!?!? This is... GODDAMN IT. It should have been like a while ago." Lots of things in this world. Some green, blue, yellow, and red. Sometimes you've got to turn your head, the other way. Ignore what they said to you. Do what you're supposed to do. Others too don't to do. Don't know what to do, OH LORD. Lotta people don't know what the fuck they are doing. Lotta people gotta find it. Take a chance and take it. Some people do. They do what they're supposed to do. Yeah, and others too. They don't know what to do. They don't know what to do, OH LORD. Walkin' around. Hands on the ground. Why are my feet walkin' around? I don't know but it looks like it's gonna explode! Lots of things all around me. Some are bushes. Some are trees. Some things the sky. Some fi...things my feet. Oth..uh su.. m... and some the street. I do not know where I am from, but I know where I'm going. And all the beautiful things. Ignore what they said to you. Do what you're supposed to do. Others too, they don't know what to do. They don't know what to do, OH LORD. Do it. Do what you wanna do. "Stay on this riff. Just stay there."

And uh... well, obviously... that caveman, if you wanna call him that. He learned alot. Of course at times he was mildly mediocre. But uh... no reason he couldn't be.