A Token of My Extreme

Welcome to the First Church of Appliantology! The White Zone is for loading and unloading only! Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you be Tarot-fied It's just a token of my extreme Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen Don't you never try to look behind my eyes You don't wanna know what they have seen Some people think That if they go too far They'll never get back To where the rest of them are I might be crazy But there's one thing I know You might be surprised At what you find when ya go! And thus, having rationalized his expedition to L. Ron's modernistic office cathedral, warehouse, condominium complex, JOE seeks The Answer to his problem... Oh oh oh Mystical Advisor What is my problem, tell me Can you see? Well, you have nothing to fear, my son! You are a Latent Appliance Fetishist, It appears to me! That all seems very, very strange I never craved a toaster Or a color T.V. A Latent Appliance Fetishist Is a person who refuses to admit to his or herself That sexual gratification can only be achieved Through the use of MACHINES... Get the picture? Are you telling me I should come out of the closet now Mr. Ron? No, my son! You must go into the closet What? And you will have Heh? Hey! A lot of fun! That's where they all live So if you want an Appliance to love you You'll have to go in there 'N' get you one Well... that seems simple enough... Yes, but if you want a really good one, You'll have to learn a foreign language... German, for instance? That's right... A lot of really cute ones come from over there! (Fifty bucks, please) And a cheerful group of Appliantologists dance into the room wearing aluminum foil lab smocks, lock arms in a circle around JOE, making sure he pays in full, all the while singing with L. RON as he delivers his final instructions...: If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an you're in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin', So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between Don't you be Tarot-fied, It's just a lot of nothin', So what can it mean? If you been Mod-O-fied, It's an illusion, an yer in between... JOE leaves the First Church of Appliantology and sets out to try L. RON's expensive advice This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER... Joe has just learned to speak German Now, get this, heres why he did it! He's gonna go to this club on the other side of town, it's called THE CLOSET... And they got these Appliances in there that really go for a guy dressed up like a housewife who can speak German (you know what I mean)... so Joe's learned how to speak German, he goes in this place and he sees these little Kitchen Machineries dancing around with each other, and he sees this one... that looks like it's a cross between an industrial vacuum cleaner and a chrome piggy bank with marital aids stuck all over its body... it's really exciting... and when he sees it, he BURSTS INTO SONG...