The lightning sky. A sky yellow as a tungsten bulb, glowing with
incipient energy. A high sky of high yella, miscegenation in the
atmosphere. It's a darky atmosphere this afternoon, a mulatto sky
threatening lightning. Distant scud hangs down in torn tatters: lightning
curtains. Like vaporous stalacites, like pig iron lightning rods of
jagged calcite. "The clouds prepare for battle, etc."

What Comrade Ken doll do Soviet girls of the 50's play with?

Today'll be a big fat Saturday, wide as a desert and twice as sunny. The
Saturdeggs will be sunny side up or easy over, the yolk will be runny and
toast-sopped, the tastes will be seasoning from Central California, from
herbs cultivated in the Central California wastes. The atomic wastes of
Diablo Canyon, and the fragrance of piquant sage. Atomic sage will
nourish the visions of the sages of the later ages. On a Saturday mutated
huge by radioactivity.