Life Was A Wheel, Its

God Pisses Down The Back Of Your Neck Every Day But Only Drowns You Once.

Teddy, Vern, Chris: I Don't Shut Up. I Grow Up. And When I Look At You, I Throw Up. Aghhh! Gordie: And Then Your Mom Goes Around The Corner And She Licks It Up.

The King Is In His Tower, Eating Bread And Honey. The Breakers In The Basement, Making All The Money.

Because Who Would Ever Want To Get Close To Another Person If They Knew How Hard The Letting-go Part Was? In Your Heart They Only Die A Little At A Time, Don't They? Like A Plant When You Go Away On A Trip And Forget To Ask A Neighbor To Poke In Once In Awhile With The Old Watering-can, And Its So Sad—

Ninety-eight Percent Of What Goes On In People's Heads Is None Of Their Smucking Business.