The World Had Somehow Gone Too Far,

Love Iz A Big Fat Turkey And Every Day Iz Thanksgiving

It Is Good To Be Sitting Some Place In Public At 2:30 In The Afternoon Without Getting The Flesh Ripped From Your Bones.

The Writing's Easy, It's The Living That Is Sometimes Difficult.

Our Bones Like Stems Into The Sky Will Forever Cry Victory

There Would Never Be A Way For Me To Live Comfortably With People. Maybe I'd Become A Monk. I'd Pretend To Believe In God And Live In A Cubicle, Play An Organ And Stay Drunk On Wine.