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If We Can Come Up With All Sorts Of Imaginative Ways In Which People Die, Then I Really Don't See What The Problem Is With Coming Up With Imaginative Ways In Which People Can Procreate.

I Am Watching The Stars, Admiring Their Complex Trajectories Through Space And Time. I Am Trying To Give A Name To The Force That Set Them In Motion.

You Know What I Wish? I Wish All The Scum Of The Earth Had One Throat And I Had My Hands About It.

American Love — Like Coke In Green Glass Bottles...they Don't Make It Anymore.

Roses Are Red Violets Are Blue Everything's Possible Nothing Is True.