by the way, if one day you happen to wake upAnd find yourself in an existential quandary Full of loathing and self-doubtAnd wracked with the pain and isolation of your pitiful meaningless existenceAt least you can take a small bit of comfort in knowing thatSomewhere out there in this crazy old mixed-up universe of oursThere's still a little place calledAlbuquerque
No. He's too good for this place, anon. Too pure.