Sometimes I Looked At Them And Sometimes

The Raw Materials Of Reality Without The Glue Of Time Are Materials Adrift And Reality Is As Meaningless As The Balsa Parts Of A Model Airplane Scattered To The Wind.

Sometimes I Looked At Them And Sometimes They Looked At Me, But Rarely Did We Look At One Another.

Good Writin' Ain't Necessarily Good Readin'.

The '60s Aren't Over; They Won't Be Over Until The Fat Lady Gets High.

See With Your Ears And Hear With Your Eyes.