When I Finish A First

Only Love Could Pick A Nested Pair Of Steel Bramah Locks.

The Devolution Of American Culture Takes Another Great Step Forward

The Whole House Seemed To Exhale A Melancholy Breath Of Emptiness

I Have Confused Ideas Of Deity, Heavily Influenced By Mind-altering Years Of Reading Science Fiction, That Do Not Often Trouble Me, But One Thing I Know For Certain, And Have Known Since The Age Of Five Or Six, Is That I Really Can't Stand The God Of Abraham. In Fact, I Consider Him To Constitute The Pattern To Which Every True Asshole I Have Ever Known In My Life Has Pretty Well Conformed.

A Hope Fulfilled Is Already Half A Disappointment.