One Day Time Will Die

Gee, You're So Beautiful That It's Starting To Rain Oh, Marcia, I Want Your Long Blonde Beauty To Be Taught In High School, So Kids Will Learn That God Lives Like Music In The Skin And Sounds Like A Sunshine Harpsicord. I Want High School Report Cards To Look Like This: Playing With Gentle Glass Things A Computer Magic A Writing Letters To Those You Love A Finding Out About Fish A Marcia's Long Blonde Beauty A+!

Probably The Closest Things To Perfection Are The Huge Absolutely Empty Holes That Astronomers Have Recently Discovered In Space. If There's Nothing There, How Can Anything Go Wrong?

For The Rest Of My Life I'll Be Thinking About That Hamburger. I'll Be Sitting There At The Counter, Holding It In My Hands With Tears Streaming Down My Cheeks. The Waitress Will Be Looking Away Because She Doesn't Like To See Kids Crying When They Are Eating Hamburgers.

He Created His Own Kool Aid Reality And Was Able To Illuminate Himself By It.

Burn All The Maps To Your Body. I'm Not Here Of My Own Choosing.