I'd Rather Be A Lightning Rod Than

The Man Who Seeks Revenge Digs Two Graves.

What The Chronics Are - Or Most Of Us - Are Machines With Flaws Inside That Can't Be Repaired, Flaws Born In, Or Flaws Beat In Over So Many Years Of The Guy Running Head-on Into Solid Things That By The Time The Hospital Found Him He Was Bleeding Rust In Some Vacant Lot.

He Who Marches Out Of Step Hears Another Drum

Ritual Is Necessary For Us To Know Anything.

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