We Talk Too Much, Love Too Seldom,

Tell People An Invisible Man In The Sky Created All Things, They Believe You. Tell Them What You've Painted Is Wet, They Have To Touch It To Believe.

We Think In Language. The Quality Of Our Thoughts And Ideas Can Only Be As Good As The Quality Of Our Language.

I'm Always Relieved When Someone Is Delivering A Eulogy And I Realize I'm Listening To It.

Everything Beeps Now.

It's All Bullshit, Folks And It's Bad For Ya.