Who knows how long this will last, now we've come so far so fast.

This year, notoriety got confused with fame, and the devil is down hearted because there is nothing left for him to claim.

Insect politics, indifferent universe. Bang your head against the wall, but apathy is worse.

We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry.

We're being treated to the wisdom of some puffed up, little fart. Doing exactly what I used to do, pretensions to anarchy and art.

I think my first instrument was a ukulele that they gave me. I used to know how to play that pretty well.

I am an expert witness because I say I am.