True Love. I’m Starting To Suspect The

Therefore. Ergo. Erg. Argh. Ugh.

I Walked Inside Macy’s And Faced The Pathetic Spectacle Of A Department Store Full Of Shoppers, None Of Whom Were Shopping For Themselves. Without The Instant Gratification Of A Self-aimed Purchase, Everyone Walked Around In The Tactical Stupor Of The Financially Obligated.

The Humans Create Life, And Senselessly Cause Death. For Nothing.

It's Bullshit To Think Of Friendship And Romance As Being Different. They're Not. They're Just Variations Of The Same Love. Variations Of The Same Desire To Be Close.

I Deciced If I Were Ever To Get Into Booze And Women, My Line Would Be, 'excuse Me, Madam, But I Would Really Love To Bed And Muss You. . . . Are You Perchance Free This Evening?