Behind The Hieroglyphic Streets There Would Either

All Variables Are Independent.

You Know What A Miracle Is. Not What Bakunin Said. But Another World’s Intrusion Into This One. Most Of The Time We Coexist Peacefully, But When We Do Touch There’s Cataclysm.

The Hand Of Providence Creeps Among The Stars, Giving Slothrop The Finger.

Ills Are Many, Blessings Few, But Dreams Tonight Will Shelter You.

Can't Say It Often Enough — Change Your Hair, Change Your Life.