History Is An Angel Being Blown Backwards

The Right To Carry A Gun Has Nothing To Do With The Rights Of Other People.

All Of Nature Talks To Me - If I Could Just Figure Out What It's Saying - Trees Are Swinging In The Breeze. They're Talking To Me. Insects Are Rubbing Their Legs Together. They're All Talking. They're Talking To Me.

People Only Stutter At The Beginning Of The Word. They're Not Afraid When They Get To The End Of The Word. There's Just Regret.

I Think Artists Who Are Attracted To Working On The Net Will Adjust Their Work To The Capabilities Of A Very Small Screen.

Paradise Is Exactly Like Where You Are Right Now Only Much Much Better.