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"DIAL TONE I'm sitting in a phone booth on the sidewalk, in a shopping center in Cincinnati, Ohio, listening to the dial tone. I am also counting the little holes in the ear and mouthpiece of the phone but that is only a secondary activity the dial tone is the soundtrack for. As far as I'm concerned, this dial tone is the most important activity going on in this whole shopping center right now, although that dumb fuck in the T-shirt and bermuda shorts who just now peered in at me as he walked by would no doubt disagree. What that dumb fuck needs is to get his brain reamed out with the dull end of a dial tone some day and maybe he won't be so goddamn nosy. Goddamn nosiness anyhow. I don't give a goddamn what any of 'em out there do, I'm not nosy. As far as I'm concerned it's every bit one enormous colossal fucking goddamn bore. As far as I'm concerned, these sights I'm seeing through all these little windows in my booth are just bad movies projected from somewhere on the other side. I'm in a little room where the walls are movie screens, a very futuristic idea, you dig? Like, you don't go to movies anymore. You don't go in some big room with a lot of other people. You just drop your dime in the slot and go in a little one-man booth by yourself and they project wierd movies onto the walls, play movies all around you, under your feet, over your head, and what you do is sit on this little seat and pick up the sound track over a telephone, and what the sound track is today ladies and gentlemen is pure, uninterrupted dial tone. Yes sir. Stick with us and well show and ever-changing panorama to your eyes while your ears are soothed by wonderful dial tone. It's like a long column of dark blue smoke winding through your ear and down all the little avenues of your brain. It curls, it winds, it coils, there's something very snakelike about a dial tone. It's smoky, but there's a lot about it that makes you think of snakes as well. It's like a snake so long it's head and tail are completely lost, all you can see is his long smooth body rippling around your brain, sliding in it and through it and up and down it, along all the secret avenues and hidden passageways and tunnels of your brain. Don't be nervous about this snake. Treat this snake right and he'll do the right t hings inside your head, watch him and he will show you places in your brain you didn't even know were there. And yet, it's just a sound, an ordinary dial tone on the telephone, it's just a simple sound tract for the movie about a very angry lady standing around outside the theater, waiting her turn inside."The Last Whole Earth Catalog