2004-10-23 - 1:01 p.m.

A ferris wheel with wiggly lines and clouds going round and round, the cloud seats grouping together rather than being spread out.
Kermit the Frog voice says, "I should have never brought her along," and there is Olive Oyl's voice. I hate her, I think. Then abstract colors and sounds meld together. Two people lie down on tables, which are covered in silver crushed ice, making incomprehensible sounds and drooling. One licks the table, which is really empty, and asks the other to do the same because it tastes weird. Will it taste the same to them? They lick the empty table.
There is more melting triange plastic electric sea anemone spreading shapes, and a voice mumbles something. Another says, "And I tried to think but I couldn't think of anything but different concoctions of root beer."