I Am Moonlighting For The Buddha.

You Don't Understand. I Only Prostitute The Part Of The Body That Isn't Important, And Nobody Suffers Except My Karma A Little Bit. I Don't Do Big Harm. You Prostitute Your Mind. Mind Is Seat Of Buddha. What You Do Is Very Very Bad. You Should Not Use Your Mind In That Way

To A Buddhist, Contradictions Only Exist In A Mind That Has Been Forced To Cultivate Them.

The Great Weakness Of The West Is That It Has Nothing With Which To Inspire Loyalty Except Wealth. But What Is Wealth? Another Washing Machine, A Bigger Car, A Nicer House To Live In? Not Much To Feed The Spirit In All That.

When You Notice Light Seeping Into Your Coffin, It's Hard To Go On Pretending That You're Still Dead.

Las Vegas Is The Expression, In Glitter And Concrete, Of Americas Brittle And Mutating Id.