The Truest Protest Is Beauty.

Does Defending Liberalism Leave You Friendless And Perhaps Wondering About Your Breath?

Maybe We Should Raise Our Voices, Ask Somebody Why. But Demonstrations Are A Drag, Besides We're Much Too High.

The Painter Paints His Brushes Black, Through The Canvas Runs A Crack, Portrait Of The Pain Never Answers Back...

She's Staring Down Her Desires, While They're Staring Down Her Dress.

America Is Two Mack Trucks Colliding On A Superhighway Because All The Drivers Are On Amphetamines.