Hocus Bogus | Math the Band
You got it man don't turn away
You got it now don't turn away
You got it man you got potential
I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW!
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Hocus Bogus | Math the Band
You got it man don't turn away
You got it now don't turn away
You got it man you got potential
I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW! I KNOW!
Math The Band - Hocus Bogus
A Hocus Bogus Halloween
32 Orange & Black pages Artwork from R2F, Chloë, Shoma, & friends.
$5 (come with hand drawn stickers)
Hocus Bogus by Romain Gary (writing as Emile Ajar)
Also, I got this from BookMooch yesterday!
...search. Biology, genetics, that sort of thing. So I can know where it all started."
"What?"
"The brain. It's obviously one of nature's mistakes... Or else a lousy, hateful plot. Designing the brain as an act of revenge, that would take the cake."
"Goethe..."
"Yes, I know, the treasures of art and the glories of medicine and so forth. It was the perfect crime, after all, so it had to have some pretty good alibis. Was my father syphilitic?"
"No."
"Alcoholic?"
"I don't know. A bit."
"Adam should have been breathalyzed."
"Look, Fernand, that's enough of your congenital anxiety. You've no need to worry on that score. The really atavistic or sociological side of it--they're the same thing, really--is your problem. But this clinic charges a thousand dollars a day, so Pinochet, Pliuch, and Co. are costing me quite a bit. Stay a while, if it makes you feel safe, but try something new. Use a different defense. You wrote some very nice poems."
I won't hear speak of those poems. Ten years ago I tried to get them back from a man who'd entrusted them to someone else. I wanted to burn them. But they told me the poems had been lost and I shouldn't lose any sleep.
My poems were bogus because in the absence of an Author they couldn't be authentic. It seems to me that that should be obvious to everyone. Inexistentialism for Dummies, Lesson One.
I'll make it there eventually and maybe when I get there I'll feel a little more free but if I don't then that's fine you see ...fucking up is expected of me