In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.

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.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.