I have been an XL fan of Devo since I was in high school in the 1970s. Their records only sound better with time.

It'll destroy you if you try to make it mean anything to anyone but yourself.

Knowledge without mileage equals bullshit.

Every year, August lashes out in volcanic fury, rising with the din of morning traffic, its great metallic wings smashing against the ground, heating the air with ever-increasing intensity.

I wonder if the guy at the gun store would give me a discount on the bullets I'll need if I told him what I was up to.

Most poets are elitist dregs more concerned with proving their skill with a dictionary than communicating ideas with impact.

I am a pretty crazy person, so it's best for me to be on my own most of the time.