Step outside the guidelines of the official umpires and make your own rules and your own reality.

The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.

Leaving America is like losing twenty pounds and finding a new girlfriend.

Evil is done in hopes that evil surrenders, but the deeds of the devil are burned too deep in the embers, and world of hunger in vengeance will always remember.

The truest protest is beauty.

One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.