It's Been Wonderful For Me, And I

Our Children May Save Us If They Are Taught To Care Properly For The Planet; But If Not, It May Be Back To The Ice Age Or The Caves From Where We First Emerged. Then We'll Have To View The Universe Above From A Cold, Dark Place. No More Jet Skis, Nuclear Weapons, Plastic Crap, Broken Pay Phones, Drugs, Cars, Waffle Irons, Or Television. Come To Think Of It, That Might Not Be A Bad Idea.

Be Yourself, Be Pleasant, Play Hard And Have No Regrets.

My Head Hurts, My Feet Stink, And I Don't Love Jesus. It's That Kind Of Morning.

It's Not The Tales Of Stephen King That I've Read, I Need Protection From The Things In My Head . . .

Back To My Childhood Where Those Monsters Reside. They Snack On Innocence And Dine On Self Esteem.