You Can't Help But Feel That The

All Human Activity Is Fruitless When Pitted Against The Girls And Boys Singing On Pop Television, For They Have Found The Answer As The Rest Of Us Search For The Question. I Will Sing, Too. If Not, I Will Have To Die.

Why Pamper Life's Complexities When The Leather Runs Smooth On The Passenger Seat?

Because Enough Is Too Much! And Look Around ...can You Blame Us?!

I See Myself Rather Like An Old Discarded Dishrag.

I Wear Black On The Outside 'cause Black Is How I Feel On The Inside.