The Day I Run Out Of Ideas

Love Is What You Feel For A Dog Or A Pussycat. It Doesn't Apply To Humans.

Isn't It Odd I've Made Some Friends In The Republican Party, But That's In Spite Of The Fact That I Cannot Agree With Not Any One Single Thing They Stand For. That's The Irony In The Joy Of Being A Human Being In That We Don't Resent Each Other For Our Different Thought Processes, But Anything That Offers The Attitude To Me Of "i'm Going To Stop You Because That Offends My Religion", Then I'm Going To Stop Them. So I Have One More Note Against That Ideology, And The Idea Of A Real Estate Agent Running The Universe Is Just Not Acceptable.

Words Cannot Express Quite A Lot Of Feelings, Whereas A Noise Or Tone Or Drone Or Sound, An Accordion Falling Down A Staircase, Can Somehow Capture An Emotion Much Better.

For Me All Governments Are My Enemies And I've Never Made Any Bones About It Any Other Way Other Than Directly, And I Don't Fly The Left Flag Or The Right Flag, Me, I'm Common Sense.

I Hate The Technological Rip-offs That Pass For Music Formats These Days, And Go Back To Vinyl To Hear A Good Record Because The Sound Is Always So Much Fuller. I Don't Even Like Listening To Music In The Car.