Seeing Does Not Always Believe.

I Think I Would Like To Be In Victorian Times. Small Town. Bandstands. Summer. That Kind Of Thing. Without Disease.

I Would Guess That Ray Bradbury Would Be Equally Resentful Of What They Did With Illustrated Man, Which, You Know, Took A Central Idea Thesis Of His And Pissed All Over It - Made It Into One Of The Worst Movies Ever Made.

Good Evening, And Welcome To A Private Showing Of Three Paintings, Displayed Here For The First Time. Each Is A Collectors' Item In Its Own Way - Not Because Of Any Special Artistic Quality, But Because Each Captures On A Canvas, And Suspends In Time And Space, A Frozen Moment Of A Nightmare.

You're Looking At A Species Of Flimsy Little Two-legged Animals With Extremely Small Heads Whose Name Is Man...very Tiny Undeveloped Brain; Comes From Primitive Planet Named Earth. Calls Himself 'samuel Conrad'. And He Will Remain Here In His Cage With The Running Water And The Electricity And The Central Heat- As Long As He Lives. Samuel Conrad Has Found The Twilight Zone.

I'd Rather Go Along With This Sense Of Illusion That I'm A Neutral Beast Going Along Through Life Doing Everything That's Preordained.