What Man Calls Civilization Always Results In

By The Time A Bartender Knows What Drink A Man Will Have Before He Orders, There Is Little Else About Him Worth Knowing.

As The Skull Of The Man Grows Broader, So Do His Creeds. And His Gods They Are Shaped In His Image And Mirror His Needs. And He Clothes Them With Thunders And Beauty, He Clothes Them With Music And Fire, Seeing Not, As He Bows By Their Altars, That He Worships His Own Desire.

Publishing A Volume Of Verse Is Like Dropping A Rose Petal Down The Grand Canyon And Waiting For The Echo.

It Takes All Sorts Of People To Make The Underworld.

Procrastination Is The Art Of Keeping Up With Yesterday.