Whatever Gets You Through The

We're All God. I'm Not A God Or The God, But We're All God And We're All Potentially Divine - And Potentially Evil.

The Postman Wants An Autograph. The Cab Driver Wants A Picture. The Waitress Wants A Handshake. Everyone Wants A Piece Of You.

I Could Still Be Forgotten When I'm Dead. I Don't Really Care What Happens When I'm Dead.

I Don't Believe In Yesterday.

When Somebody Is Angry With Us, We Draw A Halo Around His Or Her Head, In Our Minds. Does The Person Stop Being Angry Then? Well, We Don't Know! We Know, Though, That When We Draw A Halo Around A Person, Suddenly The Person Starts To Look Like An Angel To Us.