It's Not A House, It's A Home.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

Let The Dead Bury The Dead, Your Time Will Come.

It Was Better To Be In Chains With Friends Than In A Garden With Strangers. [an Ancient Persian Proverb.] So True, Huh?