66: Simple truth, our work out here in the desert is beginning to spin. Like the blind and needy we are called disabled by authorities who wiretap our secrets weighing nothing in, no credit, no ripped off melancholy, nothing but misplaced honor with a substitution agreement containing you and the other you in force, pulled from inside..  and..
 
Can we cut to the disgraceful part?  
Relax, beware, the law of cause and effect is obscured as traffic pours in and aims straight at you. And another you. Tired with this, that other you perfects the business end (doctor-like). That you helped me disable joy, just sleeping on it, applying love to our flesh alone, controlling unhappily shameful skills, miscalled simplicity. Tongue tied, I am still rudely attending you and you of course. And.