I hear that I’m allowed one discreet text link to an item that’s delegated its power to the Capitalist Conspiracy, ie something for sale, so here it is.
For the love of god, would you click through and purchase that fucker already? Vicus is going to whine uncontrollably until everyone on Earth has at least one copy, and god forbid he get maudlin about it and start with the weepy Sixties folk tunes. If the book doesn’t sell out, don’t blame me if the blogosphere is subjected to nothing but recitals of bloody Kumbiyah in creaky and wistful Donovan style for the next six straight months.
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raincoaster 
Incredible String Band was more my style, actually, and they didn’t fit neatly into the folk grouping did they?
It was in that moment that Hirem Pawnitoff, the highwayman, attained enlightenment.
When you can snatch the patchouli from my hand, Grasshopper, then you will have achieved satori.