I'd Take A Look At My Own

The Flock Gets Sight Of A Spot Of Blood On Some Chicken And They All Go To Peckin' At It, See, Till They Rip The Chicken To Shreds, Blood And Bones And Feathers. But Usually A Couple Of The Flock Gets Spotted In The Fracas, Then It's Their Turn. And A Few More Gets Spots And Gets Pecked To Death, And More And More. Oh, A Peckin' Party Can Wipe Out The Whole Flock In A Matter Of A Few Hours, Buddy, I Seen It. A Mighty Awesome Sight. The Only Way To Prevent It—with Chickens—is To Clip Blinders On Them. So's They Can't See.

It Isn't By Getting Out Of The World That We Become Enlightened, But By Getting Into The World…by Getting So Tuned In That We Can Ride The Waves Of Our Existence And Never Get Tossed Because We Become The Waves.

The Stars Up Close To The Moon Were Pale; They Got Brighter And Braver The Farther They Got Out Of The Circle Of Light Ruled By The Giant Moon

People Think Love Is An Emotion. Love Is Good Sense.

Along The Western Slopes Of The Oregon Coastal Range . . . Come Look: The Hysterical Crashing Of Tributaries As They Merge Into The Wakonda Auga River . . .