Me, Feeling. What A Concept.

And Once Again I Found Myself Wondering, As I Drifted Off To Stunned And Unbelieving Sleep:how Do These Terrible Things Always Happen To Me?

Mutilated Corpses With A Chance Of Afternoon Showers. I Got Dressed And Went To Work.

Stop The Nurse Like The Monkey.

Weren't We All Crazy In Our Sleep? What Was Sleep, After All, But The Process By Which We Dumped Our Insanity Into A Dark Subconscious Pit And Came Out On The Other Side Ready To Eat Cereal Instead Of Our Neighbor's Children?

Or Was He Saying, "hi! Wanna Play?" And I Did. Of Course I Did.