In The Name Of Bacon Will You Chicken Me Up That Egg. Shall I Swallow Cave-phantoms?
All Of [the] Activities Here Have A Surreptitious End-of-the-world Feel To Them:... These Joggers Sleepwalking In The Mist Like Shadow's Who Have Escaped From Plato's Cave
I've Begun To Wonder If We Wouldn't Also Regard Spelunkers As Desperate Criminals If At&t Owned All The Caves.
When We Were Making The Law, When We Were Writing The Literature And The Mathematics The Grandfarthers Of Blair And Little Bush Were Scratching Around In Caves.
Leave The Caves Of Being. Come. The Mind Breathes Outside The Mind. The Time Has Come To Abandon Your Lodgings. Surrender To The Universal Thought. The Marvelous Is At The Root Of The Mind.
I'm Glowing In The Dark With My Studio Tan. I've Been In A Cave Of Music For Months And Months And Months.
My Theory Is - We Don’t Really Go That Far Into Other People, Even When We Think We Do. We Hardly Ever Go In And Bring Them Out. We Just Stand At The Jaws Of The Cave, And Strike A Match, And Ask Quickly If Anybody’s There.
I'm Glowing In The Dark With My Studio Tan. I've Been In A Cave Of Music For Months And Months And Months.
My Theory Is - We Don’t Really Go That Far Into Other People, Even When We Think We Do. We Hardly Ever Go In And Bring Them Out. We Just Stand At The Jaws Of The Cave, And Strike A Match, And Ask Quickly If Anybody’s There.