Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.
The bad jazz that a cat blows wails long after he’s cut out.
To be cool is to believe. To stay cool is to have the sweet fragments of serenity rock your wig away.
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.
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.