People say to me: "Oi, you, yes you, just

People say to me: "Oi, you, yes you, just shut up & listen. Look sit down, I said LISTEN! OK, how do you get your ideas for your folds?" I say: "I listen to the voices in my head

what the hell do you do?" They tend to pause after that and stare at me as if I'm some type of talking robot head with no REAL brain. It's a load of bs though. Everyone has voices

coming from their closet. Especially if you put them there last Sunday night. But what would I know, I was but a janitor. One thing was certain, I had to act quickly.

Especially because the closet was so tiny. And because it was 11:58 p.m. Sunday night. As a janitor of the most crafty I knew precisely what that meant.

He started stripping. He took off his uniform, the light sweater he got from his wife last Chrstmas, took off everything and stood perfectly still. The walls of the closet felt

unsettlingly damp. He glanced at the small shard of mirror taped to the nearest wall. Just as expected. Nothing had changed. The days, the weeks, the months, the years- they had no

Like bridges also were their underpinnings because the meanings were just a means to an end. An end that was communication, an exchange of information; a transfer of experience dat

-ing back to the dawn of language. I remember it well. Ogg pointed to a rock that had just hit him in the head and said "Ow". After that, all rocks were "Ow". Even today we

remember that the original name for The Rolling Stones was, in fact, The Rolling Ows, undoubtedly the greatest ow band in ow-and-roll history.