You've got to watch your mind all the time or you'll awaken and find a strange picture on your press.
The flowers, the gorgeous, mystic multi-coloured flowers are not the flowers of life, but people, yes people are the true flowers of life, and it has been a most precious pleasure to have temporarily strolled in your garden.
Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.
The bad jazz that a cat blows wails long after he’s cut out.
Your wig steers the gig.
There is a great power within that when used in beauty and immaculate purity can cure and heal and cause miracles. When you use it it spreads like a magic garden and when you do not use it it recedes from you.