It's 1972. People are freaking out. As for me, I am feeling like I am in a bad dream. I have been getting a lot of calls about the strawberry piece I was investigating. Except I don't have a phone, the nearest one is two houses away, which belongs to my landlord. Besides, strawberries don't grow on this island. People call me on my landlord's phone. But my landlord has put me in a blacklist because I keep playing Black Sabbath at illegal decibels that ought to get the police to arrest me. Black Sabbath just released their fourth album. It has no title. It's like people will recognize it as Black Sabbath IV. Led Zeppelin did the same thing on their fourth album. Who did it first? What's going on in the music scene? Sort of antiestablishment posture. Yea, right, let's screw them but let's take their money. How come these people think they can be like Bob Dylan? Anyone want some lemons? The tree looks very pretty but the fruit is impossible to eat. Anyway. I just think Dylan's head reminds me of lemons. Doesn't his head look like a lemon? His facial expression certainly does. Good stuff. It's perfect. My head is shaped more like a pomelo. That is why I need to grow my hair long. Sometimes I will be daydreaming and I see a big ugly knot and I have this Gordian sword and slice up this rope. I have to stop making sense.