nature is dead

Did it ever truly exist?

At midnight the barman sets the controls for the heart of the sun.

Careful with that axe, Eugene

Do I know you? -- No, but we both like this cafe. And we both hate the Catholic Church. (falls into each other's arms).

<lights cigarette, looks into the middle distance, takes a big puff>

COUGH COUGH SPLUTTER !

alienation is freedom

We are not here because this is a cafe. This is a cafe because we are here.

I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee.

Velvet cloaks required.

Performance artist pisses into bucket then pours it over his head.

Shrugs Gallicly

Orders un petit noir.

Waiter! - there's a philosopher in my soup.

Straps self into accordion.

Existence precedes vanilla essence.

Orders another green fairy.

Bravo, bb.

Someone has to do the washing up and it's good of you to take on the task.

And when you're finished you can come here. I've got quite a few dirty dishes in the sink. It would be a shame if the green fairy was wasted.

'Ember of airy longing, ache of unbeing -- the world is washed up.'