If You Own A Rug You Own

You Seek Identity In The Midst Of Indistinguishab Le Chaos, In Sprawling Nameless Reality.

What A Horror It Would Have Been If The World Was Real, Because If The World Was Real, It Would Be Immortal.

All Is Well, Practice Kindness, Heaven Is Nigh.

He Had No Place He Could Stay In Without Getting Tired Of It And Because There Was Nowhere To Go But Everywhere, Keep Rolling Under The Stars.

The Sun Goes Down Long And Red. All The Magic Names Of The Valley Unrolled - Manteca, Madera, All The Rest. Soon It Got Dusk, A Grapy Dusk, A Purple Dusk Over Tangerine Groves And Long Melon Field; The Sun The Color Of Pressed Grapes, Slashed With Burgundy Red, The Fields The Color Of Love And Spanish Mysteries. I Stuck My Head Out The Window And Took Deep Breaths Of The Fragant Air. It Was The Most Beautiful Of All Moments.