This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER...Joe has just worked himself
an imaginary frenzy during the fade-out of his imaginary
He begins to feel depressed now. He knows the end is near. He has
at last that imaginary guitar notes and imaginary vocals exist
only in the mind
of The Imaginer ...and ... ultimately, who gives a fuck anyway...
Who gives a fuck
anyway? So he goes back to his ugly little room and quietly
dreams his last
maginary guitar solo...