the time to hesitate is through no time to wallowin the mire Try now we can only lose and our love become a funeral pyre

This is the strangest life I've ever known.

Rather than starting inside, I start outside and reach the mental through the physical.

The world becomes an apparently infinite, yet possibly finite, card game. Image combinations, permutations, comprise the world game.

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light? Or just another lost angel... City of Night?

Take an Indian home to lunch.

Is everybody in?... Is everybody in?... Is everybody in? The ceremony is about to begin...