When The Situation Is Hopeless,

I Wish To Be An Inspector Of Volcanoes. I Want To Study Cloud Formations And Memorize The Wind And Learn By Heart The Habits Of The Ponderosa Pine.

Our “neoconservatives” Are Neither New Nor Conservative, But Old As Babylon And Evil As Hell.

Our Contemporary Tories Prefer The Term 'ordered Liberty' To 'freedom'. The Word 'freedom' Scares Them; It Has Too Much Of A Paleolithic Ring To It.

Jack Kerouac, Like A Sick Refrigerator, Worked Too Hard At Keeping Cool And Died On His Mama's Lap From Alcohol And Infantilism.

Lightning Streaks Like Gunfire Through The Clouds, Volleys Of Thunder Shake The Air.