Things Are So Hard To

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.

I Think It's All Lovely Hallucination But I Love It Sorta.

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

Galatea Was A Serious Girl. She Was Pale And Looked Like Tears All Over. Big Ed Passed His Hand Through His Hair And Said Hello. She Looked At Him Steadily. "where Have You Been? Why Did You Do This To Me?" And She Gave Dean A Dirty Look; She Knew The Score. Dean Paid Absolutely No Attention; What He Wanted Now Was Food; He Asked Jane If There Was Anything. The Confusion Began Right There.