We Tiptoed Around Each Other

Everything Is Perfect On The Street Again, The World Is Permeated With Roses Of Happiness All The Time, But None Of Us Know It. The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies

My Life Is A Vast Inconsequential Epic.

Something That You Feel Will Find Its Own Form.

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!