Enough Madness? Enough? And How Do You

It's Salt. Why Don't You Sprinkle Some On Me, Honey? Aren't I Just Good Enough To Eat?

It's Quite Possible We May Actually Be Looking At Some Kind Of Super-sanity Here. A Brilliant New Modification Of Human Perception, More Suited To Urban Life At The End Of The Twentieth Century...he Creates Himself Each Day. He Sees Himself As The Lord Of Misrule And The World As A Theatre Of The Absurd.

Einstein Was Wrong! I"m The Speed Of Like Cracking Through Shivery Rainbows And God The Sky Whirls And Withers Like A Melting Rainbow!

I'm A Fan Myself, So I Try To Write The Kind Of Comics I Want To Read.

The Big Problem Is Time. I Don't Have Enough Of It To Do All The Things I Think About Doing.