She Looks Like Someone I Want To

I Picture It Like Judgement Day,' He Says Finally, His Eyes On The Water. 'we'll Rise Up Out Of Our Bodies And Find Each Other Again In Spirit Form. We'll Meet In That New Place, All Of Us Together, And First It'll Seem Strange, And Pretty Soon It'll Seem Strange That You Could Ever Lose Someone, Or Get Lost.

And The Question Is, Which One Is Really "you.

Nineteen Eighty Is Almost Here, Thank God. The Hippies Are Getting Old, They Blew Their Brains On Acid And Now They're Begging On Street Corners All Over San Francisco. Their Hair Is Tangled And Their Bare Feet Are Thick And Gray As Shoes. We're Sick Of Them.

Everybody Sounds Stoned, Because They're E-mailing People The Whole Time They're Talking To You.

What He Needed Was To Find Fifty More People Like Him, Who Had Stopped Being Themselves Without Realizing It.