What The Head Makes Cloudy The Heart

In The Old Days, Words Like Sin And Satan Had A Moral Certitude. Today, They're Replaced With Self-help Jargon, Words Like Dysfunction And Antisocial Behavior, Discouraging Any Responsibility For One's Actions.

I Think My First Instrument Was A Ukulele That They Gave Me. I Used To Know How To Play That Pretty Well.

I Now Derive Physical And Spiritual Pleasure From Gardening And There Is Tremendous Satisfaction In Knowing That I Could Survive Almost Anywhere If I Had To.

We're Being Treated To The Wisdom Of Some Puffed Up, Little Fart. Doing Exactly What I Used To Do, Pretensions To Anarchy And Art.

Sharper Than A Serpents Tongue, Tighter Than A Bongo Drum, Quicker Than A One Night Stand, Slicker Than A Mambo Band.