We must not look at goblin men, we must not buy their fruits; who knows upon what soil they fed their hungry thirsty roots?
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp; Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp. Guns aren't lawful; Nooses give; Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
This is how he sees all the time, every day. Like it's all just us, in here, together. And we're all we've got.
Sliced bread was patented by a jeweller, Otto Rohwedder, in 1928. He had been working on it for 16 years, having started in 1912.
No I didn't know that, here in mincerville, meatgrinder city. Come to terms with it; yeah sure... turn off the aiming computer, Luke; play the five tones; close your eyes and concentrate together, that's the way... nobody here but us Clears... hand me down that orgone box...