See The Moon? It Hates Us.

--why Are We Fighting Them? --they're Mad. We're Sane. --how Do We Know? --that We're Sane? --yes. --am I Sane? --to All Appearances. --and You, Do You Consider Yourself Sane? --i Do. --well, There You Have It. --but Don't They Also Consider Themselves Sane? --i Think They Know. Deep Down. That They're Not Sane. --how Must That Make Them Feel? --terrible, I Should Think. They Must Fight Ever More Fiercely, In Order To Deny What They Know To Be True. That They Are Not Sane.

Take Me Home," Snow White Said. "take Me Home Instantly. If There Is Anything Worse Than Being Home, It Is Being Out.

The Self Cannot Be Escaped, But It Can Be, With Ingenuity And Hard Work, Distracted.

The World Is Sagging, Snagging, Scaling, Spalling, Pilling, Pinging, Pitting, Warping, Checking, Fading, Chipping, Cracking, Yellowing, Leaking, Stalling, Shrinking, And In Dynamic Unbalance.

Succeed! It Has Been Done, And With A Stupidity That Can Astound The Most Experienced.