A Soul Of Water A Soul Of

Superman Is, After All, An Alien Life Form. He Is Simply The Acceptable Face Of Invading Realities.

Anyway, It's Gone. And There's Nothing Left In My Pocket To Charm You. So From Now On It's Going To Have To Be Tears Or Nothing I'm Afraid. That's All I've Got Left To Tell You See: Tears, Tears, Tears.

Zombies Are The Liberal Nightmare. Here You Have The Masses, Whom You Would Love To Love, Appearing At Your Front Door With Their Faces Falling Off; And You're Trying To Be As Humane As You Possibly Can, But They Are, After All, Eating The Cat. And The Fear Of Mass Activity, Of Mindlessness On A National Scale, Underlies My Fear Of Zombies.

If You Want To Look Like The People Next Door, You're Probably Smothering Yourself Into Your Dreams.

I've Learned Two Things In My Life. One That Love Is The Beginning And End Of All Meaning. And Two That It Is The Same Thing Whatever Shape Our Souls Have Taken On This Journey. Love Is Love. Is Love.