The Best Of All Possible Cages.' Ben

No, My Friend. We Are Lunatics From The Hospital Up The Highway, Psycho-ceramics, The Cracked Pots Of Mankind. Would You Like Me To Decipher A Rorschach For You?

Turns Me On So Loud It's Like No Sound, Everybody Yelling At Me Hands Over Their Ears From Behind A Glass Wall, Faces Working Around In Talk Circles But No Sound From The Mouths. My Sound Soaks Up All Other Sound.

The Frontiers We Broke Into In The '60s Are Still Largely Unexplored.

The Reverberation Often Exceeds Through Silence The Sound That Sets It Off; The Reaction Occasionally Outdoes By Way Of Repose The Event That Stimulated It; And The Past Not Uncommonly Takes A While To Happen, And Some Long Time To Figure Out.

It Is Just As Much An Offense To Take Offense As It Is To Give Offense.