Bo Peep Do Ti do the Hale Bopp. We rented out a mansion down in Rancho, Santa Fe, and we waited for the ship to come and take us all away so that we could advance to a transhuman state and look down upon this poisoned earth from heaven’s gate. “We do in all honesty hate this world” we chanted as the comet hurled. Black pants, shirts, athletic shoes, a five and three quarters for the toll. We’ll find another mansion at our empyrean destination, and all have flyer forms of flying transportation that will take us all across the sea of stars; far, far as far can be. A better place awaits in heaven’s gate.