I saw forty thick-knuckled, barrel-chested, fat-bellied gorillas circling a fire with spears and shields, chanting:

We bring in the judgement day.
The world she goes astray, astray.
Yes we bring in the judgement day,
to give to each his bitter pay.

Boom! boom! rockety click click tockety soon! soon! rocking a baby of steel. Graft the wires, graft the iron, make his heart beat blood synthetic; ring the gongs and sound the siren; give him, give him brains prosthetic.

And not all was good, not all was pure; a monkey had thrown his Wrench into the very heart of the Perfect Woman.

And I saw a hermaphrodite. One half of its face was Man, the other half Woman; the Man wore pants and the Woman a long skirt. The Man was deeply in love with his other half, and handed her all kinds of flowers and gifts. The Woman spent her time dreaming of a romance in a time that lay long in the future, or long in the past, but never in the present.

And the Man went into a House of Mirrors with his other half, and fell in love with his female aspect's image in the mirrors, and obsessively worshiped these images, and wandered deeper and deeper into the house. He grew lost in there, and could never escape. The House of Mirrors became his prison-maze, and his love a cursed witch who taunted him. He felt that he must shatter all the mirrors, in order to break the witch's spell that had smitten him.

And the Man's thoughts drifted to the Woman; and the Woman's thoughts drifted to the Man; and they formed an unnatural telepathic bond; their brains were conjoined, and cursed; and they questioned one another's very existence, as they wandered aimlessly the maze of distorted mirrors, seeking one another, seeking one another.

Are you shaving your beard?

Half of it.

What?

I'm shaving half my face.

That's crazy.

Is it?