Yeah, another odd thing about the kazoo: the knuckle-thread above the reed there is exactly the same as a thread in a light-bulb socket. Gustav, good old Captain Horror, wearing a liberated pair of very yellow English shooting-glasses (“Helps you find the vein easier, I guess”), likes to proclaim this as the clear signature of Phoebus. “You fools think the kazoo is a subversive instrument? Here—” he always packs a light bulb on his daily rounds, no use passing up an opportunity to depress the odd dopefiend… deftly screwing the light bulb flush against the reed, muting it out, “You see? Phoebus is even behind the kazoo. Ha! ha! ha!” Schadenfreude, worse than a prolonged onion fart, seeps through the room.

But what Gustav’s light bulb—none other than our friend Byron—wants to say is no, it’s not that way at all, it’s a declaration of brotherhood by the Kazoo for all the captive and oppressed light bulbs….

There is a movie going on, under the rug. On the floor, 24 hours a day, pull back the rug sure enough there’s that damn movie! A really offensive and tasteless film by Gerhardt von Göll, daily rushes in fact from a project which will never be completed. Springer just plans to keep it going indefinitely there, under the rug. The title is New Dope, and that’s what it’s about, a brand new kind of dope that nobody’s ever heard of. One of the most annoying characteristics of the shit is that the minute you take it you are rendered incapable of ever telling anybody what it’s like, or worse, where to get any. Dealers are as in the dark as anybody. All you can hope is that you’ll come across somebody in the act of taking (shooting? smoking? swallowing?) some. It is the dope that finds you, apparently. Part of a reverse world whose agents run around with guns which are like vacuum cleaners operating in the direction of life—pull the trigger and bullets are sucked back out of the recently dead into the barrel, and the Great Irreversible is actually reversed as the corpse comes to life to the accompaniment of a backwards gunshot (you can imagine what drug-ravaged and mindless idea of fun the daily sound editing on this turns out to be). Titles flash on such as

GERHARDT VON GÖLL BECOMES SODIUM AMYTAL FREAK!