Strange Days

'Paranoia is just reality on a large scale'

'Addicts, drugs not yet synthesized, black marketeers, world war 3, excisors and telepathic sensitivity, osteopaths, spirits, investigators, fractions of an ounce of bland paranoid chess players, observers of fragmentary wars taken down in hebephrenic shorthand, charging unspeakable multilations of the spirit, officials of unconstituted police states...'

'This is life. It is a piece of somebodys life. It is pure, uncut, straight from the cerebral cortex. I mean, you are there you are doing it, you are seeing it, you are hearing it. You are feeling it.' 'What kind of things, exactly?' 'Exactly anything. It is whatever you want, whoever you want to be.' 'That sounds good' 'See, I can get you what you want. I can, I can get you anything, you just have to talk to me, you have to trust me, You can trust me 'cause I'm your priest, I'm your shrink, I'm your main connection to the switchboard of the soul. I'm the magic man... Santa Claus of the subconscious.'

'Have you ever jacked in before? Have you ever wire-tripped?'

'If you read the Bible...'

'...scratch his ass like a stinkbug! You gonna be famous, fucker!' 'I don't think so... (sound of gunshot)'

'Got a package for you. There's a drive-in on (?) Hill... pick it up there tomorrow'

'Okay, just send one man alone'

'Dissent, chaos, anarchy... now that's fun!'

'Who's this sack of shit?'

'I don't wanna know whatever it is that you do... now, you're gonna get the fuck out of here'

'Put your hands where I can see them'

'Okay, motherfucker!'

'What the hell is going on?'

'I suppose you pulled us over because you had suspects in the area! That's what you're gonna tell me? Well, what's the description, two black males in a car? Yeah, right! I've heard that one before... you know what? You pulled over the wrong black male tonight!'

'Oh, we got a problem here? We got a problem? Huh?'

'You wanna fuck with me?'

'Calling all SWAT units, calling code 3, there's a very acute situation of angst, 12181 Southwestern Boulevaurd, Highway 13'

'Shows each one doing a route from West L.A. on VIP move... location 2049, 7th block East'

'Calling all SWAT units, responding code 3 from downtown LAX. Heavily armed subjects are about...'

'Some (electronic) toy could do this?'

'Does anybody have a plan?'

'Are you people insane?'

'Turn your punk ass over!' 'Fuck you, man, fuck you!'

'(sound of explosion)... Dammit!'