I want to live on an island 
of my own, created by me. On white sand no 
human's ever touched. A seaspeck in the tropics. There I'll import my 
concubines, and spend my days transcribing movies from the mindscreen.  
On the run from the carnivorous 
  helicopters. On the run from the canvas 
  helicopters. 
Mindscenes. Scenes for mindscreens.
They replaced the sound 
  of trees with the sound of snapping pennants  
  which is the sound of the calm before battle in a windy place. 
Snapping pennants over the snapping penitients.
My favorite word of all 
  time is: "panties". When it comes time for me to 
  be interviewed, I'll write the questions and answers myself for each 
  magazine, and send them to be printed. That'll be one of the Q & A's. 
Unfortunately for the cryonics-heads, 
  the future will develop a culture 
  who considers cryonically frozen bodies and body parts a great delicacy. 
The plesiosaur pleasureosaur. The priestosaur
Traducation of hip. Inhibition of hip.
Burn your ships  throw your hat over the wall...
"One doesn't give meat to bunnies."