Folks, it's time to evolve. That's why we're troubled. You know why our institutions are failing us, the church, the state, everything's failing? It's because, um,  they're no longer relevant. We're supposed to keep evolving. Evolution did not end with us growing opposable thumbs. You do know that, right? There's another 90 percent of our brains that we have to illuminate.

We are the facilitators of our own creative evolution.

Your denial is beneath you, and thanks to the use of hallucinogenic drugs, I see through you.

Not one shred of evidence supports the notion that life is serious.

Bitch had to ruin a good time! Oh, phuc my alarm clock just buzzed...5:00am gotta get real, I live in the men's room at Denny's, tried to get my pop a job here. Think I heard him belch something about high gas prices. Sterno... genius! A man ahead of his time, a true visionary! Well no use tryin' to reinvent the wheel...

Let me just quote the late great Colonel Sanders, he said, "I'm too drunk to taste this chicken!"

I like girls. I like pretty girls. I like pretty girls in preference to not so pretty girls (unless the pretty girls are assholes).

For me, pussy whipping can only work up to a point, as I often can be a downright obstinate and arrogant wanker.

Watching television is like taking black spray paint to your third eye.

Be YOU. Don't play this angry young rebel routine if the reality is that you're a computer geek living in your mom's basement and the last time you touched a pussy your umbilical cord was still attached; make a joke about that instead. Or be pissed off about that, and make an angry young rebel joke about it, if that's who you are.

Setting your guitar on fire and playing it with your dick doesn't make you Jimi Hendrix, even if you ARE left-handed and black.



RAIN
a symphony orchestra.
there is a thunderstorm,
they are playing a Wagner overture
and the people leave their seats under the trees
and run inside to the pavilion
the women giggling, the men pretending calm,
wet cigarettes being thrown away,
Wagner plays on, and then they are all under the
pavilion. the birds even come in from the trees
and enter the pavilion and then it is the Hungarian
Rhapsody #2 by Lizst, and it still rains, but look,
one man sits alone in the rain
listening. the audience notices him. they turn
and look. the orchestra goes about its
business. the man sits in the night in the rain,
listening. there is something wrong with him,
isn't there?
he came to hear the
music.

Note: I don't necessarily agree with everything I say.

Now, back to the show.
NICK