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I'm So Insane, I Voted For Eisenhower. Oh Yeah, Well I'm So Insane, I Voted For Eisenhower Twice!

The '60s Aren't Over; They Won't Be Over Until The Fat Lady Gets High.

The Secret Of Being A Top-notch Con Man Is Being Able To Know What The Mark Wants, And How To Make Him Think He's Getting It.

A Sound Of Cornered-animal Fear And Hate And Surrender And Defiance . . . Like The Last Sound The Treed And Shot And Falling Animal Makes As The Dogs Get Him, When He Finally Doesn't Care About Anything But Himself And His Dying.

We'd Just Shared The Last Beer And Slung The Empty Can Out The Window At A Stop Sign And Were Just Waiting Back To Get The Feel Of The Day, Swimming In That Kind Of Tasty Drowsiness That Comes Over You After A Day Of Going Hard At Something You Enjoy Doing -- Half Sunburned And Half Drunk And Keeping Awake Only Because You Wanted To Savor The Taste As Long As You Could.