Shall I Project A World?

Someday She Might Replace Whatever Of Her Had Gone Away By Some Prosthetic Device, A Dress Of A Certain Color, A Phrase In A Letter, Another Lover.

The Hand Of Providence Creeps Among The Stars, Giving Slothrop The Finger.

Right And Left; The Hothouse And The Street. The Right Can Only Live And Work Hermetically, In The Hothouse Of The Past, While Outside The Left Prosecute Their Affairs In The Streets Manipulated By Mob Violence. And Cannot Live But In The Dreamscape Of The Future.

Shall I Project A World?

Can't Say It Often Enough — Change Your Hair, Change Your Life.