The Dead's Dead ... Get 'em In

When Shakespeare Was Writing, He Wasn't Writing For Stuff To Lie On The Page; It Was Supposed To Get Up And Move Around.

I Was Raised A Christian And Was A Stone-faced Acid Head.

All That Five Thousand Kids Lived In Those Five Thousand Houses, Owned By Guys That Got Off The Train. The Houses Looked So Much Alike That, Time And Time Again, The Kids Went Home By Mistake To Different Houses And Different Families. Nobody Ever Noticed.

The Job Of The Writer Is To Kiss No Ass, No Matter How Big And Holy And White And Tempting And Powerful.

All I Know Is This: Nobody's Very Big In The First Place, And It Looks To Me Like Everybody Spends Their Whole Life Tearing Everybody Else Down.