Thousands Of People Know My Flannel Knickers,

You May Not Believe In Magic But Something Very Strange Is Happening At This Very Moment. Your Head Has Dissolved Into Thin Air And I Can See The Rhododendrons Through Your Stomach. It's Not That You Are Dead Or Anything Dramatic Like That, It Is Simply That You Are Fading Away And I Can't Even Remember Your Name.

I've Always Had Access To Other Worlds. We All Do Because We Dream.

I Often Feel I Am Being Burned At The Stake Just Because I Have Always Refused To Give Up That Wonderful Strange Power I Have Inside Me That Becomes Manifested When I Am In Harmonious Communication With Some Other Inspired Being.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

I Warn You, I Refuse To Be An Object.