Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

I'm ready to kill something. I'll probably only get as far as my brain cells, but I am going to kill them.

Everybody knows that smiling is for little girls, the gays and certain kinds of fish who are smiling by accident.

If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.