The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In

When Shakespeare Was Writing, He Wasn't Writing For Stuff To Lie On The Page; It Was Supposed To Get Up And Move Around.

There's A Lot Of People Who Don't Understand The Circle Crops In England. Pure Enigma.

But The Rest Are Even Scared To Open Up And Laugh. You Know, That's The First Thing That Got Me About This Place, That There Wasn't Anybody Laughing. I Haven't Heard A Real Laugh Since I Came Through That Door, Do You Know That? Man, When You Lose Your Laugh You Lose Your Footing.

The Flock Gets Sight Of A Spot Of Blood On Some Chicken And They All Go To Peckin' At It, See, Till They Rip The Chicken To Shreds, Blood And Bones And Feathers. But Usually A Couple Of The Flock Gets Spotted In The Fracas, Then It's Their Turn. And A Few More Gets Spots And Gets Pecked To Death, And More And More. Oh, A Peckin' Party Can Wipe Out The Whole Flock In A Matter Of A Few Hours, Buddy, I Seen It. A Mighty Awesome Sight. The Only Way To Prevent It—with Chickens—is To Clip Blinders On Them. So's They Can't See.

If Grass Were Legalized, It Would Help Our Drug Problem Enormously.