We Must Have A Pie. Stress Cannot

The Dream And The Film Are The Juxtaposition Of Images In Order To Answer A Question.

I Pray You Indulge Me For A Space, For I Am Going To Set Out On A Speech Which May Have Some Duration, But Whose Theme May Be Gleaned From Its Opening Phrase: How Dare You.

The Conscious Mind Is Going To Suggest The Obvious, The Cliché, Because These Things Have Offered The Security Of Having Succeeded In The Past.

The Mind Is A Mill Which Can Incessant Turn, 'til Its Mere Operation Focus The Stress Inward And The Stones Grind Themselves To Dust.

Don't Assume I'm Dumb Because I Wear A Suit And Tie.