He's The Sort Of Guy That Gets

No, My Friend. We Are Lunatics From The Hospital Up The Highway, Psycho-ceramics, The Cracked Pots Of Mankind. Would You Like Me To Decipher A Rorschach For You?

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

Time Overlaps Itself. A Breath Breathed From A Passing Breeze Is Not The Whole Wind, Neither Is It Just The Last Of What Has Passed And The First Of What Will Come, But Is More--let Me See--more Like A Single Point Plucked On A Single Strand Of A Vast Spider Web Of Winds, Setting The Whole Scene Atingle. That Way; It Overlaps ... As Prehistoric Ferns Grow From Bathtub Planters.

No, That Nurse Ain't Some Kinda Monster Chicken, Buddy, What She Is Is A Ball-cutter. I've Seen A Thousand Of 'em, Old And Young, Men And Women. Seen 'em All Over The Country And In The Homes- People Who Try To Make You Weak So They Can Get You To Toe The Line, To Follow Their Rules, To Live Like They Want You To. And The Best Way To Do This, To Get You To Knuckle Under, Is To Weaken You By Gettin' You Where It Hurts The Worst.

The World News Might Not Be Therapeutic.