A Bowl in a House of Canyons Ringing with the Rumbling of Distant Thunder
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"I was awakened by the cold cathode-ray-tones of a test by the Emergency Broadcast System. The signal boomed from the rabbit-eared television that flickered from across the room. It jolted me from the malted ghoulishness of a Goyan dream---a dream in which a nude Vanna White, with legs for days and the teeth of a Saber-Toothed Tiger, led me into the wilderness. There, beneath a lone pine tree, Vanna White spread her thighs and blasted me to smithereens with pulses from the quartz heart of a shortwave radio located where her vagina should have been. Someone must have laced the weed."
- from: The Kinks of Modern American Sainthood