What do you own in a condo...

A rectangular space in space? The floor? The residents below you's ceiling? Property is a myth.

Always wondered if Bernard Shaw didn't write all those plays..

to get chicks...

language is a code...

with a second code underneath...

"ain't no use in turning on your light...

a light i never node..."

where you going to find...

a pussy like that...

the cat won't stop whining...

and Putin polishes the urn

I wish I had a dollar for everytime...

I heard that.

The man in the cannnnnnnnnnnnnon...

blows

are we so bored...

that we're looking forward to the end of things...

The air from my lungs...

whistles, I love you...

my eyelids are like evergreen branches...

with too much snow

tight vowels lead to...

daily consonants...

I met a guy once who blamed all his financial problems...

on some dame in Milwaukee...

A finger up my...

went for my annual

In Washington tea is served...

cold

In Washington tea is served...

cold

I get rubber...

in all four gears...

the sulphur mines in Detroit...

fart on Windsor everyday at noon

in the wee hours...

when we all live in the shadows...

no more smoke in the barrel

just fun in the smoke

I see pizzas...

everywhere...

Funny how you can lose a leg...

I mean misplace.

I remember Zhivago's heart attack

chasing a streetcar

There is something to be said...

for silence.

I was really big in Berlin...

during the summer of 68