By the Stars Forgot

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Say it soft. Aspirant, vowel that is almost negative, the N with the tongue held down from the back of the throat.

SPUN!

Now do it this way. Start it as low as you can pitch your voice, and slow. Slow. Gas is a reminder of anaesthesia. Two words. SPUN! GAS! Equal weight, equal emphasis. Ready now. Spun — gas — spun — gas — spun — gas. Bring it up slowly, slowly, higher, higher, louder, louder. Slide it toward the falsetto, one half note at a time.

spun — gas — Spun — Gas — Spun — Gas — Spun — Gas — SPUN — GAS — SPUN — GAS.

Are you losing anything to try it?

Are you alone?

You are coming out of blackness. How long has it lasted? Is this the tonsils? Uh-uh! Long time ago — tonsils. Eight, weren’t you?

How stupid! This is the automobile accident!

Wait!

Can’t be that.

Over a hell-and-gone long time ago. That was when Marty was killed. Best tram since the tail-gate days of the N’Orleans street parades. You got through that okay. Later than that. Later. After you started making the big dough. Think! Just like they say on the wall at IBM. Think!

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