What The Rest Of Us See Only

Hug Me Till You Drug Me, Honey; Kiss Me Till I'm In A Coma.

You Shall Know The Truth, And The Truth Shall Make You Mad.

Science Has Explained Nothing; The More We Know The More Fantastic The World Becomes And The Profounder The Surrounding Darkness.

If It Were Not For The Intellectual Snobs Who Pay - In Solid Cash - The Arts Would Perish With Their Starving Practitioners. Let Us Thank Heaven For Hypocrisy.

Work Is Prayer. Work Is Also Stink. Therefore Stink Is Prayer.