What's It Going To Be Then, Eh?

Then, Brothers, It Came. Oh, Bliss, Bliss And Heaven. I Lay All Nagoy To The Ceiling, My Gulliver On My Rookers On The Pillow, Glazzies Closed, Rot Open In Bliss, Slooshying The Sluice Of Lovely Sounds. Oh, It Was Gorgeousness And Gorgeosity Made Flesh.

All Human Life Is Here, But The Holy Ghost Seems To Be Somewhere Else.

The Aura Of The Theocratic Death Penalty For Adultery Still Clings To America, Even Outside New England, And Multiple Divorce, Which Looks To The European Like Serial Polygamy, Is The Moral Solution To The Problem Of The Itch.

If You Expect The Worst From A Person You Can Never Be Disappointed.

If You Believe In An Unseen Christ, You Will Believe In The Unseen Christlike Potential Of Others.