being, that mystery of be ing so inappropriate that we’re al(l )most inappro priate – ma(s)king sense of everything that marls sense. marking things up, us being marking beings, us being, us being marked, each milking the mark-down, making like marrying up just to make up, each of us, all along, each a glass of senseless melon. up at dawn just to make cents, man. more like making sense manqué. thinking in the end that man just can't, man. can it! and that’s mondo fucked up, isn’t it? and to think, i participated.