The time has arrived when patience becomes a crime and mayhem appears garbed in a manner of virtue.

I haven't blocked out the past. I wouldn't trade the person I am$$$ or what I've done$$$ or the people I've known$$$ for anything. So I do think about it. And at times it's a rather mellow trip to lay back and remember.

Pray often$$$ for prayer is a shield to the soul$$$ a sacrifice to God$$$ and a scourge for Satan.

Its hard to drink when you dance. And its hard to dance when you drink.

Some lose all mind and become soul$$$ insane. Some lose all soul and become mind$$$ intellectual. Some lose both and become accepted.

It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it$$$ whatever it took.

I would certainly end up forever crying the blues into a coffee cup in a park for old men playing chess or silly games of some sort.

They were beautiful nothings.

I almost understandwhy people leap from bridges.

There's a light somewhere. It may not be much light$$$ butit beats the darkness.