Once you know how to do it, you look around and you’ll see FreeFood shops all over the place. The only thing you’ve got to worry about is that there’s usually someone about who thinks the food belongs to them, so you have to make sure you’re invisible.
That’s easy, too. Because you can be anything you want to be. It’s a big secret. You’re magic! You’re terrific. You’re anything you wanna be. Believe it!
Liberate the food! Yeah!
If one of those people who think the food is theirs catches you, it’s no use arguing; they’re too far gone. You better leg it instead. And once in a while—maybe your aura has got a few holes in it today—you may get caught. Then you get the police and you go to court. If you have money, they’ll fine you. If you have no money, you’ll get Community Service. That’s okay. It needn’t happen often. I know people who’ve never been caught in years. All that stuff about going in and out of prison, that’s just another form of mind control. But even if you do get caught, I’ll tell you…Community Service is maybe forty or a hundred hours. What’s the alternative? Going to work every day for the rest of your life? I mean, what kind of sentence is that?
Sometimes I look out the window and I see all the straights crawling past, going to work, coming back from work, going to learn how to go to work, whatever. And I want to shout out, “Hey! Listen to me! It isn’t like that, it really isn’t like that…”
Only I never do. It’s useless. They must weigh about sixty thousand tons. I’m so far away from people like that, they can’t even seen me.