Unravel the intestines of my brain! Give me a trepan and catch hold, and
wind it up. Lay them out end to end on the strands of the moon, by the
Maria beaches. Maria Mons lying full-length, the infinitude of her figure
brown in the brilliant white sun.

They're monkeying around with my brain on the moon! My brain and my
intestines are drying in the hot sun on the strand by the lunar lander.

My intestines, laid end to end, would reach from the earth to the moon
and back. Peristalsis among the stars! Peristalsis on a moonlit night —
two tranquil lovers rowing on the lake. Then one farts.

Perstalsis for the human race. Borborygmus in the quantum space.