Is There a Trace Residue?

When you're on stage as a comic, that's when you know it's time to take a nap. There's just this instantaneous expulsion of words that comes out of your mouth. It's the string of like, cosmically remarkable, like, throbbing, meta tissue That has a sort of fundamental awareness of how it's been twitching and pulsing through all these lifetimes. You might have been napoleon and are now you, and might then be jeff foxworthy after you have a stroke to morrow. The thing that's upsetting about that to you is that there is a duncan trust through all those things. I will stay griggling.