Amy Winehouse - Her Surname's Beginning To

All Penguins Are The Same Below The Surface, Which I Think Is As Perfect An Analogy As We're Likely To Get For The Futility Of Racism.

God Is In The Mountains. Impassive, Immovable, Jagged Giants, Separating The Celestial From The Terrestrial With Eternal Diagonal Certainty. As If Silently Monitoring The Beating Heart Of The Creator From The Universe's Perfect Birth. Stood In The Thin Air And The Awe, One Inhales God, Involuntarily Acknowledging That We Are But Fragments Of A Whole, A Higher Thing. The Mountains Remind Me Of My Place, As A Servant To Truth And Wonder. Yes, God Is In The Mountains. Perhaps The Pulpit Too And Even In The Piety Of An Atheist's Sigh. I Don't Know; But I Feel Him In The Mountains.

When You're Married, It's One Person. That's One More Than A Monk. It's Not That Different.

When You Bump Into Your Own Mom At An Orgy, It's Hard Not To Get Her To Read Into Certain Things.

Addiction Is A Serious Desease; It Will End With Jail, Mental Institutions Or Death.