Stranded in a desert; had to shoot the horse with no name.

Carbonated 160 proof fear chased with a shot of despair.

Blissful hope and other maladies of the broken mind.

Run into the yellow brick wall, run into the yellow brick wall in the twilight of the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind.

Conversations with a Non Player Character and the other delights of banging one's head into a wall.

Drowning in a sea of mirrors.

I see you everywhere I look.

I know I'm only just a scarecrow.

First clue that something is wrong with this picture; you're not in Kansas anymore.