Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

Humanity I Love You Because You Are Perpetually Putting The Secret Of Life In Your Pants And Forgetting It's There And Sitting Down On It And Because You Are Forever Making Poems In The Lap Of Death Humanity I Hate You

Life's Not A Paragraph And Death I Think Is No Parenthesis

Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

Yours Is The Light By Which My Spirit's Born: - You Are My Sun, My Moon, And All My Stars.

Take The So-called Standard Of Living. What Do Most People Mean By "living"? They Don’t Mean Living. They Mean The Latest And Closest Plural Approximation To Singular Prenatal Passivity Which Science, In Its Finite But Unbounded Wisdom, Has Succeeded In Selling Their Wives.