To be, or not to be: what a question!

Just like you silly bums, I have a personal sky god. I bow to him, as you do to your airy-fairy sod. He prefers I call him Mr. NOT.

Were I but perfectly normal, I would just not be.

Remember, you are as dispensable as the most indispensable king of kings, the mighty lord of silly worldly men.

Don't worry. Life goes on. With or without you. So, live it, while it's given you.

Do not believe in a god who is as silly, and meaner than you. For, that would surely be your higher-self, and your stupid alter-ego.

I love religious nuts. They make me remember I have them too. So, being a health nut, I scratch them religiously. Just as I do my butt.

There is no human-like god. If there were, he'd be as silly as you.

I do not want to sound cynical or condescending, but your lips are moving, your mind unbending.

Silence does not always imply consent. Sometimes it simply means that the silent one has opted out of a discussion with idiots.

... the vintage of history is forever repeating ~ same old vines, same old wines!

Of course I love you. For real. I will sure come and personally meet you myself. Just to make sure you're well. When is your funeral?

Be not afraid life with all its despair, pain and unhappiness is just a crucible wherein your brighter dreams are conceived, shaped and born