I'm Not Addicted To Drugs, I'm Addicted

It's A Spooky Thing To Be Left Alone Inside An Angry Innerverse.

No, Michael, I Do Not Trust You On A Boat, I Do Not Trust You On A Goat. I Do Not Trust You Here. I Do Not Trust You There. I Do Not Trust You Anywhere.

If We're All Going To Hell In A Handbasket, We Might As Well Make It A Party On The Way Down

Tease Hair, Not Homos!

I Don’t Know How You Look At The Inside Of Your Head — What Metaphor You Choose — But For Those Of Us With Endless Yawning Stretches Of Interior And Nothing But Nothing To Stop Us From Getting Lost In It, Drugs Can Be Wonderfully Helpful.