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When Lip Service To Some Mysterious Deity Permits Bestiality On Wednesday And Absolution On Sunday, Cash Me Out.

I've Always Had A Theory That Whenever Guys And Gals Start Swinging, They Begin To Lose Interest In Conquering The World. They Just Want A Comfortable Pad And Stereo And Wheels, And Their Thoughts Turn To The Good Things Of Life - Not To War. They Loosen Up, They Live And They're More Apt To Let Live.

There Are Things About Organized Religion Which I Resent. Christ Is Revered As The Prince Of Peace, But More Blood Has Been Shed In His Name Than Any Other Figure In History. You Show Me One Step Forward In The Name Of Religion, And I'll Show You A Hundred Retrogressions…i'm For Decency—period. I'm For Anything And Everything That Bodes Love And Consideration For My Fellow Man. But When Lip Service To Some Mysterious Deity Permits Bestiality On Wednesday And Absolution On Sunday—count Me Out.

The Record Shows, I Took The Blows . And Did It My Way.

There Are Moments When It's Too Quiet. Particularly Late At Night Or Early In The Mornings. That's When You Know There's Something Lacking In Your Life. You Just Know.