It Takes Three To Make A Child.

If 180 Million People Want To Be Undead, That’s Their Funeral, But I Happen To Like Being Alive.

When Man Determined To Destroy Himself He Picked The Was Of Shall And Finding Only Why Smashed It Into Because.

Who Knows If The Moon's / A Balloon, Coming Out Of A Keen City / In The Sky - Filled With Pretty People?

Private Property Began The Instant Somebody Had A Mind Of His Own.

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.