The Problem With Every Story Is You

People Used What They Called A Telephone Because They Hated Being Close Together And They Were Scared Of Being Alone.

Besides, It Happens Fast For Some People And Slow For Some, Accidents Or Gravity, But We All End Up Mutilated.

At The Last Minute, I Couldn't Wear The Hitler Mustache Because Tiger Stripe Ate It; And Then I Didn't Want To Take My Kitty And Risk His Coughing Up Some Big Nazi Hairball On Someone's Front Stoop.

Burn The Louvre, And Wipe Your Ass With The Mona Lisa. This Way At Least, God Would Know Our Names.

The World Will Always Punish The Few People With Special Talents The Rest Of Us Don’t Recognize As Real.