Don't Tell Them Too Much About Your

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities.

I Suddenly Began To Realize That Everybody In America Is A Natural-born Thief.

Never Dreaming, Was I, Poor Jack Duluoz, That The Soul Is Dead. That From Heaven Grace Descends . . . No Doctor Pisspot Poorpail To Tell Me; No Example Inside My First And Only Skin. That Love Is The Heritage, And Cousin To Death. That The Only Love Can Only Be The First Love, The Only Death The Last, The Only Life Within, And The Only Word . . . Choked Forever.

And Don't You Know That God Is Pooh Bear?

Offer Them What They Secretly Want And They Of Course Immediately Become Panic-stricken.