Before It Was A Bomb, The Bomb

The Interior Of Our Skulls Contains A Portal To Infinity.

Oh, Yes! Fill The Churches With Dirty Thoughts! Introduce Honesty To The White House! Write Letters In Dead Languages To People You've Never Met! Paint Filthy Words On The Foreheads Of Children! Burn Your Credit Cards And Wear High Heels! Asylum Doors Stand Open! Fill The Suburbs With Murder And Rape! Divine Madness! Let There Be Ecstasy, Ecstasy In The Streets! Laugh And The World Laughs With You!

I Just Wanted All The Wars To Be Over So That We Could Spend The Money On Starships And Mars Colonies.

The Big Problem Is Time. I Don't Have Enough Of It To Do All The Things I Think About Doing.

One Must Commit Acts Of The Highest Treason Only When Dressed In The Most Resplendent Finery.