Too Much Information About Nothing.

May You Build A Ladder To The Stars And Climb On Every Rung. May You Stay Forever Young.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

A Song Is Anything That Can Walk By Itself.

Let Me Forget About Today Until Tomorrow