Listen, these are not as drunken asnyou suppose.nIt might not be 3 o'clock in the morningnlike it seems:nThe little children will be prescient. And your young men will see shows,nAnd your old men will dream dreams.nnI found a typescript double-spaced,nPrinted out on a daisy-wheel (so all femme),nIn the former Treatise (dear friend Theophilus) it was placed,nWritten by Lisa which was present at the doings of them.nI gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,nwaiting for the promise of her father (Whereof you heard of me). In the pastnJohn baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'llnMake sure:nPricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.nnIn a cash and carry next to Mt. Olivet (and all around),nMegan, Mary, Lisa, and Kenisha gave it out,nStick with me.nOr you'll reap the reward of iniquity,nCashed out and carried to possession of a plot of ground.nnWell, the vapor of smoke came up from the earth beneath,nOutside the bodega called Beautiful. When it was whomnWith Su and Kenisha, under a silver-leaf wreath.nCalled not fit to sit: might as well have come halt out your mother's womb.nnI gathered all the tokens of her passion, people,nwaiting for the promise of her father (Whereof you heard of me). In the pastnJohn baptized with water; now, with wine. But don't weep, he'llnMake sure:nPricked in the heard the Wednesday after last.nnA light shined in the lodge and the chains slipped off her hands,nSo to speak: she packed up her things and she sailed off to Cyprus,nSending greetings to Felix with a please to put Paul on. MisunderstandsnMe, she, and her all went home (gave up the boast) and left Lisa to type us.