If The Cards Are Stacked

I Am Wary Of The Whole Dreary Deadening Structured Mess That We Have Built Into Such A Glittering Top-heavy Structure That There Is Nothing Left To See But The Glitter, And The Brute Routines Of Maintaining It.

Now It Stands To Reason, Mister, Any Damn Fool Stares Into The Sun Long Enough, He'll End Up Seeing Exactly What Some Other Damn Fool Tells Him He's Going To See.

The Only Thing That Prisons Demonstrably Cure Is Heterosexuality.

If You Would Be Thrilled By Watching The Galloping Advance Of A Major Glacier, You'd Be Ecstatic Watching Changes In Publishing.

...it Isn't Foolish Or Wicked To Enjoy. Wickedness Is Hurting People On Purpose. I Love What You Are And Who You Are And How You Are. You Give Me Great Joy. And You Make Horrible Coffee.