She Needed Help, But God Was In

A Sneeze Travels At A Peak Velocity Of Two Hundred Miles Per Hour. A Burp, More Slowly; A Fart, Slower Yet. But A Kiss Thrown By Fingers- Its Departure Is Sudden, Its Arrival Ambiguous, And There Is No Source That Can State With Authority What Speeds Are Reached In Its Flight.

Sometimes One Gets The Feeling That Life Still Thinks It's Living In Paris In The '30s.

He Who Jokes In The Executioners Face Can Be Destroyed, But Never Defeated.

Words On A Page Can Hypnotize You If The Rhythm Is Right

Any Half-awake Materialist Well Knows - That Which You Hold Holds You.