Jimi: I don't know man it seems like there's this little center in space that's just rotating. You know constantly rotating, and there's these souls on it, and you're sitting there like cattle at a water hole and there's no rap actually going on, there's no emotions that are strung out, so you're just sitting there and all of a sudden the next thing you know you'll be drawn to a certain thing and the light gets bright and you see stuff. A page being turned and you see yourself next to a Viet Cong. You know, a soldier being cut down. You arrive on the scene of a soldier being shot down and all of a sudden you feel like helping that soldier up, but you're feeling yourself held in another vibe. Another sense of that soldier. It seems like the soul of him you know and then you whisk back to the water hole or the oasis and you're sitting there and you're rapping again or something eating a banana cream pie and sitting on the gray hardwood benches and so forth and all of a sudden somebody calls out again. But this is without words. That whole scene, and all of a sudden the next thing you know you see yourself looking down at the left paw of the Sphinx and the tomb of King Blourrr and his friendly factions and these all night social workers with mattresses tied around their backs screaming, "Curb service! Curb service! Curb Service! Curb Service!" You know them with a third eye in the middle of the pyramid. Ah, then we find ourselves drifting across the desert sands dry as a bone but still going towards home and then finally things look up as Cleopatra is here giving you demands, and at the same time begging for fetishes. Invent something or else I'll kick your ass. Those kinds of scenes, a girl who claims to be Pio Cleopatra, Pio what? And all of a sudden the Hawaiian mountains open up and rise another thirteen thousand feet, and we go higher and higher, and Cleopatra has this beautiful raven hair and what are you supposed to do man except lay there and play the part. And so I'm laying there playing the part and a grape chokes me almost but I can't let the choke come out, because, you know, I have to be together right? So I say pttt groovy grape wine you have there Cleo. Ah hell, I mean let's get it on. Forget about that stuff back there and forget about you and your scene. Let's just go up in the hills and relax and live, no I have the conscience I must do this. I must do that, I must... Oh forget about it Cleo. Man, you're a woman, I'm a man, come out, let's get it on, let's go out and get ourselves a grape vine out in the valley somewhere on the side of Mt. Vesuvius or something. I don't know hell. No, no, no, my parents, my traditions, my snake. Ogh you bit me in the ass again you naughty asp. Then we found ourselves wrapped up in carpets which was fine, and here I am. See, sometimes it gets to be strenuous for instance like when you try and clean marijuana with steel, metallic tea strainers. Sin! Sin! You die like a rabbit run over by a Mack truck, sin, but then again you threw away your wizard's hat and I got a book of matches in my back pocket. We can... What's your name? I like you, you know what I mean?
Nobody else does either...
we could be twins! 
but I plan to soon
