I don't know who I am.
I can't hear any more.
I don't recognize anyone.
I'm not here for anything.
I killed the Buddha, all right.
Went in the closet and slammed the door.
Hi ya Barry--what's with the purple lips?
Burning jet fuel does not melt steel.
OK, I'm still here.
Where's that guy with the pitcher?
I'll see you over his house in the attic.
Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.
God it's junkie in here.
Way too much furniture.
Jesus with the Gandarva music.
Arcombus the Magician