There's truths there that spiral out of what appears to be just a word game. That's what I find mystifying about the meanings of things: they kind of unscrew themselves from the practical words.

You're my North Star when I'm lost and feeling blue.

Time is just memory Mixed in with Desire.

My friends think I'm ugly, I gotta masculine face.

I was born in the back seat of a Yellow Cab in a hospital loading zone and with the meter still running. I emerged needing a shave and shouted 'Time Square, and step on it!'

Don't you know there ain't no devil, it's just god when he's drunk.

Never trust a man in a blue trench coat, never drive a car when you're dead