The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

Can You Imagine 4,000 Years Passing, And You're Not Even A Memory? Think About It, Friends. It's Not Just A Possibility. It Is A Certainty.

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.

Manhattan Cabs Are Born Old.