I Think My Writing Is Part Of

Goldfish And Hamsters And White Mice And Even The Little Seed In The Styrofoam Cup-they All Die. So Do We.

The Heart Will Turn To A Prune If Love Is Always By The Numbers. How Will You Know If Someone Really Loves You If They Only Meet Your Expectations And Not Your Needs?

These Are The Things I Learned: Share Everything, Play Fair. Don't Hit People. Put Things Back Where You Found Them. Clean Up Your Own Mess. Don't Take Things That Aren't Yours. Say You're Sorry When You Hurt Somebody. Wash Your Hands Before You Eat. Warm Cookies And Cold Milk Are Good For You. Live A Balanced Life. Learn Some And Think Some And Draw Some And Paint And Sing And Dance And Play And Work Some Every Day. Take A Nap Every Afternoon, And, When You Go Out Into The World, Watch For Traffic, Hold Hands, And Stick Together.

Above All, If What You've Done Is Stupid, But It Works, It Ain't Stupid.

Liberation, I Guess, Is Everybody Getting What They Think They Want, Without Knowing The Whole Truth. Or In Other Words, Liberation Finally Amounts To Being Free From Things We Don't Like In Order To Be Enslaved By Things We Approve Of. Here's To The Eternal Tandem.