mystics could be described as those who turn chihuahuas into Big Foot –
or as those pursuing weed eradication rather than soil conservation.

Thoughts are the only rooms in this city that don't seem to...well...well,
to be honest with you, that don't seem to have a way out.
(I dunno, is it just me?...Am I just too dumb to see it?)

One day, when someone came to visit him, one man,
after introducing himself then introduced his mind
to the visitor, who said, "I am most surprised at this unexpected turn of events."

Once, deep in the jungle, two lions were engaged in a ferocious battle, obviously to the death,
when one of them said to the other, "What are you thinking -- right this instant?"
...(Shows they don't fight like gentlemen, huh?)

Hey, Gang, It's "Question Time!"
Question #1: What's worse than being trapped?

Question #327 (pretty close to the last one, I'd suspect):
What's stupider than being trapped when you don't have to be?

Huh! I's wrong, here's the actual last question:
What's dumber than being trapped when "being trapped" is just an illusion?

..."Okay, Mister Questioner-pants, that's just about enough!
I've got a nice, shiny new bullet right here with your name on it."

Thoughts are the only drive-by shootings in this 'hood
involving perps and victims not from this 'hood.

We're Not Talking Doughnuts Here, My Friends:
The mind covers consciousness in a glaze.

Though it bothered him right smart ever' time he'd consider it, still,
one man couldn't help but periodically weigh the possibility that the only trick available
is not to think all the time of redwood trees, but in the alternative to never,
ever let these mighty forest giants cross your mind.

"Ooo! -- dat hoirts," he exclaimed when considerin' this, "Ooo -- it hoirts so nice-e-e!"

Not The "Pride" But The Folly Of Certain Ownership:
Anything you think about -- in part -- owns you for as long as you think about it.
...A nice, shiny new bullet, did you say?...and with my name on it?...