I Sometimes Worry About My Short Attention

There Are A Thousand Viewpoints In The Viewtiful City.

Old San Francisco - The One So Many Nostalgics Yearn For - Had Buildings That Related Well To Each Other.

You Cover Q-tips With Sandpaper And Ram Them Up Your Nostrils As Far As They Will Go. Then You Sniff Talcum Powder While Shredding Hundred Dollar Bills.

One Day If I Do Go To Heaven...i'll Look Around And Say, 'it Ain't Bad, But It Ain't San Francisco.

Logic Is No Answer To Passion.