Why Should Things Be Easy To Understand?

The Hand Of Providence Creeps Among The Stars, Giving Slothrop The Finger.

Right And Left; The Hothouse And The Street. The Right Can Only Live And Work Hermetically, In The Hothouse Of The Past, While Outside The Left Prosecute Their Affairs In The Streets Manipulated By Mob Violence. And Cannot Live But In The Dreamscape Of The Future.

You Go From Dream To Dream Inside Me. You Have Passage To My Last Shabby Corner, And There, Among The Debris, You’ve Found Life. I’m No Longer Sure Which Of All The Words, Images, Dreams Or Ghosts Are ‘yours’ And Which Are ‘mine.’ It’s Past Sorting Out.

Danger's Over, Banana Breakfast Is Saved.

Let The Peace Of This Day Be Here Tomorrow When I Wake Up.