A High Church For The True Mediocre.

We Divorced Ourselves From The Materials Of The Earth, The Rock, The Wood, The Iron Ore; We Looked To New Materials Which Were Cooked In Vats, Long Complex Derivatives Of Urine Which We Called Plastic. They Had No Odor Of The Living, ... Their Touch Was Alien To Nature. ... [they Proliferated] Like The Matastases Of Cancer Cells.

There's That Popular Misconception Of Man As Something Between A Brute And An Angel. Actually Man Is In Transit Between Brute And God.

It All Comes Down To Who Does The Dishes.

I Think The Internet Is The Greatest Waste Of Time Since Masturbation Was Discovered.

There Is Probably No Heterosexual Alive Who Is Not Preoccupied With His Latent Homosexuality.