... we never knew how long time was
Then he gradually emptied the cigarette out into an ashtray
And it fell, the tobacco fell like grains of delicate snow
And then he stuffed for about four, five minutes
A rich mixture of
Rough ... [?]
Or maybe it was Golden Hut
Or some of those fine tobaccos into a cigarette
With some of that great...
The great plant, you know the great plant
The great plant, you know, grows every minute, every minute
And there...
I remember very well
The great movement gesture
Of his fingers as he lit
The delicious fragrant smell
Like honey
Can you imagine the bees pollinating the great plant?
As they fly sort of like butterfly
Haphazardly and hither and thither
Minding on the beautiful plant, sucking its juices
Ooh, to have those juices flowing through your veins like heavenly mist
Oh, the beauty of India
One day, one day I remembered
The stars shinning so brightly
I walked outside
And there was a, a man standing in a corner
With a blue sign on his hand
Which I could not read, it was Arabic
And I looked very carefully
And he came up to me and he said:
"Hey, hey you, would you like, would you like a little of the delicate brew that we make in the basement?"
And I said "Well, what is the delicate brew?"
He said: "Oh, nevermind, just come along"
So I came along very, very cautiously, because, you know, the paranoia gets sets in sometimes
And there we sat
Mikhail [?] smiled with that sort of Mick Jagger smile
"You got there, you got there!" [?]
And there, he crumbled some kind of dust
Like, like the dust of the old bones that rot away
And he delicately pushed them, like, like--
Remember the old civil war?
Maybe the Revolutionary War?
Maybe, oh, the Armada, as they stuffed the fodder into the cannon?
And the cannonball was shoved in very, very gently, so that it would explode as it was [noise made with mouth] down the barrel
And then he cautiously, he cautiously...
Oh, I can remember the smell [sniffs]
As the fear lit
And there
And there it was
The makings of a final episode
In the lives of the, of the Space Rangers
Remember Rocky Jones?
I don't even remember Rocky Jones very well
But Rocky Jones was a Space Ranger
A very tall, smiling Space Ranger
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