Even One Moment In The Company Of

Been Stuck In Airports, Terrorized; Sent To Meetings, Hypnotized; Overexposed, Commercialized. Handle Me With Care.

Throughout Much Of Our Lives, Our Association With The Temporary Has Risen. This Transitory Body, A Sack Of Bones And Flesh, Is Considered Erroneously As Our True Body And We Have Accepted This Temporary Condition As Conclusive.

There Was This Big Skiffle Craze Happening For A While In England.... Everybody Was In A Skiffle Group..all You Needed Was An Acoustic Guitar, A Washboard With Thimbles For Percussion, And A Tea-chest- You Know, The Ones They Used To Ship Tea From India- And You Just Put A Broom Handle On It And A Bit Of String, And You Had A Bass..you Only Needed Two Chords; Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing Jing-jinga-jing. And I Think That's Basically Where I've Always Been At. I'm Just A Skiffler, You Know. Now I Do Posh Skiffle, That's All It Is.

The Whole Point To Being Here, Really, Is To Figure A Way To Get Out.

It's Easier To Tell A Lie, Than To Tell The Truth. It's Easier To Kill A Fly, Than It Is To Turn It Loose.