There Is A Moon Shaped Rictus In

Just Remember That The Things You Put Into Your Head Are There Forever, He Said. You Might Want To Think About That. You Forget Some Things, Dont You? Yes. You Forget What You Want To Remember And You Remember What You Want To Forget.

I Can Normally Tell How Intelligent A Man Is By How Stupid He Thinks I Am.

They Watched Storms Out There So Distant They Could Not Be Heard, The Silent Lightning Flaring Sheetwise And The Thin Black Spine Of The Mountain Chain Fluttering And Sucked Away Again In The Dark. They Saw Wild Horses Racing On The Plain, Pounding Their Shadows Down The Night And- Leaving In The Moonlight A Vaporous Dust Like The Palest Stain Of Their Passing.

What Joins Men Together ... Is Not The Sharing Of Bread But The Sharing Of Enemies.

Maybe It's Like Mac Says. Ever Man Winds Up With The Horse That Suits Him.