HERE IT IS, FOLKS-- the Overflow from a psychedelic, entheogenic what-you-may-call-it, spiced with passion, sauced with memory, laced with rue. How those guys do go on. As long as there is fuel, the fire burns. And so many guests that night, but in successive waves, so them in t'first part ne'er met them in the nextmost part. But it's all kind of apiece, and there may be gems to extract from the dross. Rhinestones, even.