My insides turned out for you to see

The consoling thing about the concept, “Life is just a dream” is that if it gets too bad we can always just wake up.

I thought it took all colors to paint a picture of God. But then I talked to a fundamentalist. He said there is only black and white.

After I sent two aerial bombing missions of fire ant killer on to the mound, the death of the queen was assured. A lone ninja ant scaled my shoe to strike his revenge, lancing into my flesh repeatedly with his sacred sword. His subsequent flattening in one slap was an honorable death worthy of the warrior. The itching white pock was a memorial to him and his regal queen for days.

We like to have our photos taken with celebrity so our friends and family can see us standing beside someone whom they actually admire.

We are stage actors projecting a self image out to others that will make us content with who we think we should be.

She carried you inside her body for 9 months, went thru labor, and was there for you all those years. Dads just made that initial deposit, and then went thru labor to make bank deposits for you during all those years. It’s no contest who is in first place.

Film is experienced from the outside in, but Music is experienced from the inside out.

I realize I am inside the fun life pinball machine, bouncing off surprises with noise and flashing lights, scoring points for my bank, rebounding, but always falling toward the inevitable end game.

I still feel Alice. She's alive out there in Wonderland. But she went down a different portal and we never found each other again. But I feel her presence like the smile on a Cheshire Cat.

Lower your cholesterol, said the Doctor. Take out the trash, said the spouse. Buy this, said the television. Increase business, said the boss. Gimme sumpin’, said the grandchild. Line forms here, said the sign. You never listen to me, said the beloved. “Be still,” said the spirit voice inside.