All Humans Are The Same Sex, Except

I Hate Stanley Clark, But I Have To Admit He's Playing Jazz Whether I Like It Or Not.

Corporations Are Social Organizations, The Theater In Which Men And Women Realize Or Fail To Realize Purposeful And Productive Lives.

All Humans Are The Same Sex, Except Albinos.

Realizing That Life Is Precious The Natural Tendency Is To Trample On It, Like Laughing At A Funeral.

I'll Probably Never Produce A Masterpiece, But So What? I Feel I Have A Sound Aborning, Which Is My Own, And That Sound If Erratic Is Still My Greatest Pride, Because I Would Rather Write Like A Dancer Shaking My Ass To Boogaloo Inside My Head, And Perhaps Reach Only Readers Who Like To Use Books To Shake Their Asses, Than To Be Or Write For The Man Cloistered In A Closet Somewhere Reading Aeschylus While This Stupefying World Careens Crazily Past His Waxy Windows Toward Its Last Raving Sooty Feedback Pirouette.