3:07 AM, Live from Umatilla, JESSE AND THE CATIONS! (screaming fans, "yayayayaya!").

6:54 AM, Some years later, at a second Ingolstadt festival, George and Hagbard were commenting idly on passersby. "What is that?" he said of a being that, despite stumbling, flickering, teleporting, and finally disappearing, appeared to be a sixteen year-old boy. Hagbard grinned. "One of the only ways some of our younger cabal leaders in the universe next door can ever attend a festival of this size is in his dreams." George lowered his head onto the table. "You're shitting me."
"Not about this. By now, he's woken up."
"Doesn't he think it's just-a-dream?"
"He doesn't come to any conclusions about that."
George hesitated. "Good lad."
Hagbard grinned again, "He's even writing this short dialogue between us, having read our novel, reasonably convinced that we, most likely, do not exist and he's simply imagining this up." George murmured, "Well, he's entitled, then, isn't he? .. Oh, Hagbard, I can't take anymore acid today." "I haven't given you any yet. You do this every time."

3:22 PM, Have you ever seen a firewalker? Ever considered you might ever be able to do that? I have. Of course, it's just showing off. Why not rise from the dead, why don't you? (Jesus was a showoff yogi). "Look at me, I can bend reality. The heat isn't transferred to my feet." With a laughing Buddha face hiding behind his stomach.

3:28 PM, How about this: Operation: Glee. Another act in the Biography of Jesse play wherein he employed all means necessary to reach a state of constant joy.

In every sentence, speak positively. In ever thought, emphasize the positive. In ever mood, feel well. At every turn, grin. At every task, enjoy. At every misfortune, chuckle. At every morning and night, intone the prayer. The universe is joy, bliss. God's ongoing orgasm. Bubbles of love. Say love. At insults, counter with a compliment. An attack, counter with, "It works." At accidents, smile. At plans, smile bigger.

3:39 PM, I shall be Siddartha. Shall be Christ. Shall be the joy of Howard Roark and the sense of accomplishment of Bugs Bunny.

3:43 PM, What do the major world religions have to say about Hitler? That certainly is an interesting thought. Christ the African shaman speaking to Hitler. Hitler orders him shot, so Christ stands so as to present a wider target. 12 Nazis soldiers pump lead into him, but as it enters the space he would seem to occupy, it disappears. When they're finished, he hands Hitler a smiley face that appears to be made from the same metal as the bullets.

3:52 PM, Do you know how hot Hell is? So hot, your food never gets cold. You never need to turn on the heat. Beautiful combustion reactions occur constantly. Hell, the undying source of heat is running a billion lives, prosperity thrives, and the geothermal industry surpasses even coal power's. Satan makes charitable donations to educating nonprofit corporations. Hell is the opposite of entropy. I hope everyone sees what a marvelous gift from God it is.

4:08 PM, I think the main reason I was opposed to the "-ie" ending was, though anal English perfectionism, mostly my apallation at such a diversion from the standard communication. What's the difference between using r, u, and y for words and changing y's ti ie's? To change too much is to encrypt a language. And adding an extra translation step, however minor, took up time I could have spent elsewhere. My distaste for French stems primarily from its casual use by many PPJers learning it creating in me frustration and bitter envy, and even self-pity. I had had no language courses; they had had it since early middle school. When I got the change, I would not have the option of French. It was largely incomprehensible and marked elitist attitudes. "Nature hath handed us this knowledge. It hath handed you nothing." And the base negativity rooted in me. I think it will take quite a bit to forgive and go with peace at that fact. One of my deepest fears, perhaps, is that the swamp from which I have risen has tainted me as well.

4:41 PM, What on Jupiter is Hey, Jupiter about? Many of Tori Amos's songs do not make sense to me. They either make very little sense anyway or merely require poetic "translation" from assumed telepathy to everyday English.

4:45 PM, Tori Amos's singing doesn't really appeal to me, but I enjoy the piano parts a lot. There's a lot of negativity I'm dispelling from isabel yelling at me about Mr. Zebra.

5:25 PM, I don't know how anyone who's experienced what has been for me the typical orgasm can think ill or be apathetic towards sex. It feels good. Very good. I don't know, for instance, what Samantha's (Locke) masturbatory or otherwise autosexual habits have been, if any. It strikes me as likely that many girls prematurely stray from it due to initial discomfort. Then again, I've never been a girl and I've never received sensory input from a vagina. There's also a lot of shame or guilt instilled in many, I'm sure, and with something like that, it's impossible for me to intuit the truth (unless I have). I wonder, though, what will become of mankind's sexuality if we're still around in, say, a million years.