So I'm At The Wailing Wall, Standing

They Have A Sign At The Beach, "no Glass Bottles". I Think That's So The Other Sand Particles Don't Feel Like Underachievers.

I Was Walking Down The Street The Other Day And These Construction Workers Were Working On The Roof Hammering Away. One Of Them Told Me I Was A Paranoid Lunatic... In Morse Code.

So I'm At The Wailing Wall, Standing There Like A Moron, With My Harpoon.

Ambiguity Is The Devil's Volleyball.

Some Mornings, It's Just Not Worth Chewing Through The Leather Straps.