I Guess If Everybody Went Crazy Together

Then They Set Out Along The Blacktop In The Gunmetal Light, Shuffling Through The Ash, Each The Other's World Entire.

Between The Wish And The Thing The World Lies Waiting.

The Truth May Often Be Carried About By Those Who Themselves Remain All Unaware Of It. They Bear That Which Has Weight And Substance And Yet For Them Has No Name Whereby It May Be Evoked Or Called Forth. They Go About Ignorant Of The True Nature Of Their Condition, Such Are The Wiles Of Truth And Such Its Stratagems.

Where In This Pukehole Can A Man Get A Drink? He Said

Your Heart's Desire Is To Be Told Some Mystery. The Mystery Is That There Is No Mystery.