There Has Never Been A Day In

Somewhere In The Depths Of Solitude, Beyond Wilderness And Freedom, Lay The Trap Of Madness.

God Bless America. Let's Try To Save Some Of It.

In The First Place You Can't See Anything From A Car; You've Got To Get Out Of The Goddamned Contraption And Walk, Better Yet Crawl, On Hands And Knees, Over The Sandstone And Through The Thornbush And Cactus. When Traces Of Blood Begin To Mark Your Trail You'll Begin To See Something, Maybe. Probably Not.

A Genius Is Always On Duty; Even His Dreams Are Tax Deductible.

One Thing Worse Than Self-hatred Is Chiggers.