Despair Came Over Her, As It Will

Behind The Hieroglyphic Streets There Would Either Be A Transcendent Meaning, Or Only The Earth.

Let Me Be Unambiguous. I Prefer Not To Be Photographed.

What Sort Of An Age Is This Where A Man Becomes One's Enemy Only When His Back Is Turned?

I Mean What They And Their Hired Psychiatrists Call Delusional Systems. Needless To Say, ‘delusions’ Are Always Officially Defined. We Do Not Have To Worry About Questions Of Real Or Unreal. They Only Talk Out Of Expediency. It’s The System That Matters. How The Data Arrange Themselves Inside It. Some Are Consistent, Others Fall Apart.

What Goes Around May Come Around, But It Never Ends Up Exactly The Same Place, You Ever Notice? Like A Record On A Turntable, All It Takes Is One Groove's Difference And The Universe Can Be On Into A Whole 'nother Song.