The Shovel Is The Brother To The

There Will Be A Rusty Gun On The Wall, Sweetheart, The Rifle Grooves Curling With Flakes Of Rust. A Spider Will Make A Silver String Nest In The Darkest, Warmest Corner Of It.

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.

To Work Hard, To Live Hard, To Die Hard, And Then Go To Hell After All Would Be Too Damned Hard.

Out Of Great Russia Came Three Dusky Syllables Workmen Took Guns And Went Out To Die For: Bread, Peace, Land.

A Liar Is A Liar And Lives On The Lies He Tells And Dies In A Life Of Lies.