The Planet Drifts To Random Insect Doom.

When All Lies, Deceit, Pretense Is Stripped Away, What Remains? The Truth Of A Painting, Or A Book Or A Man.

The Only Way I Like To See Cops Given Flowers Is In A Flower Pot From A High Window.

I Like The Shaman Very Much, The Way He Was Crying.

You Were Given The Power To Love In Order To Use It, No Matter What Pain It May Cause You.

I Certainly Wouldn't Advocate Anyone Using Drugs On A Regular Or Habitual Basis.