Knock knock.......
anyone home.........

sniff..sniff.. is there noone there.... must I blather to myself

oh well blather blather blather and other stuff jeez does everyone sleep at night..... anti-z.... sleep is bad... besides the hallucinations are kinda neat and stuff

people need to wake..... i am hopelessly bored.... thats ok though more fuel for the fire

more..... more....... more...... need more....

what the helllllll!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I have nothing to say and a whole bunch of time to say it

I found god in a small tavern wenching it up and singing bawdy songs...... emptied half a keg of good ale... he says sorry for the apocolypse thingie but we deserved it... uhhh.. wait that has not happened yet has it

theres a beer joimt
by the pool hall
for to pass some pleasant hours

theres a hook shop
above the pool hall
where my sister makes her living

shes a good sport
i can spring her
for a fin or even a sawbuck

when not holding
or the horses
have been running quite slowly

omme bene
sine poena
tempus est ludendi
venit hora
absque mora
libros deponendi

always store beer in a dark place

one mans theology is another mans belly laugh

everybody lies about sex

never frighten a little man he will kill you

anything free is worth what you paid for it

i came i saw she conquered ( the original latin was garbled)

a skunk is better company than a person who prides themselves on being "frank"

natural laws have no pity

yield to temptation it may not pass your way again

the greatest productive force is human selfishness