The crash is coming. Everything must Crash! You bell loud clangorous bells and your vision fills with limitless searing painful light. The pain flood. The falling onto the table and the sudden cease of pain. You feel nothing but a flood of pleasure now! So expansive all filling. Every cell fills with the pleasure light after burn and you sleep so happy now. So happy for a long long time. People use you to put they're drinks and books on. To hold the ashtray on your head or back. You sleep two and a half days. You wake up so very damn hungry.