Ziggy's posed some pretty tough verbal riddles in the past, which naturally leads us to expect some sort of eventual comeuppence. Here he's caught in some mellow limbo, deciphering this silent oracle growing out of what appears to be the sole remaining functioning hair follicle on his own head.
But no matter how you parse it, it doesn't make any sense.
"Left it all away, right?"
"Left: It all. Right: Away."
"Left it all right away."
"Forward it all. Back away."
Those honestly aren't even attempts at humor. What does this mean? If I didn't know for a fact that Wilson was about to do a golfing strip the next day, I'd swear he's lost his mind, in a nice, Salvador Dali sort of way.
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