Grab The Broom Of Anger

I Been Through Living For Years. I Just Ain't Dead Yet.

The Sun, The Hero Of Every Day, The Impersonal Old Man That Beams As Brightly On Death As On Birth, Came Up Every Morning.

Research Is Formalized Curiosity. It Is Poking And Prying With A Purpose.

Don't You Love Nobody Better'n You Do Yo'self. Do, You'll Be Dying Befo' Yo' Time Is Out.

You Heard Me. You Ain't Blind.