Given Enough Coffee I Could Rule The

Shoes, Men, Coffins; Never Accept The First One You See.

Matter Exploded Into Being, Apparently As Chaos, But In Fact As A Chord. The Ultimate Power Chord.

Inside Every Sane Person There’s A Madman Struggling To Get Out.

The Mountains Of Madness Have Many Little Plateau Of Sanity.

Fear Is A Strange Soil. It Grows Obedience Like Corn, Which Grow In Straight Lines To Make Weeding Easier. But Sometimes It Grows The Potatoes Of Defiance, Which Flourish Underground.