The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.

God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.