Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To

Busy As A One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest.

...you Need Openness And Inability To Do Anything Other Than Get To The Point.

How Life Did Imitate Art Sometimes. And The Cruder The Art, The Closer The Imitation.

They Were Trying To Run, Trying To Hide. But The Rock Would Not Hide Them; The Dead Tree Gave No Shelter.

I Did Spend Years As An Addict, So I Know That World, Although I Wish I Didn't.