Quotes from Stan Rice

And the rain was brain colored and the thunder sounded like something remembering something.

And what is an angel but a ghost in drag?

The Murder Burger is served right here. You need not wait at the gate of Heaven for unleavened death. You can be a goner on this very corner. Mayonnaise, onions, dominance of flesh. If you wish to eat it you must feed it. Yall come back soon." -- You bet.

The brain is a furnace./ Is transformed and transforms.

I was lost And sang my broken-down songs in the hell of the hour. Then in my heart moved an oar, And I was found by a breeze from a door in the sea of forms And was rowed to the cherry trees on the shore.

And the rain is brain-coloured, and the thunder is like something remembering something.

And the rain is brain colored, and the thunder sounds like somthing rembering somthing.

Vine flowers quicken Like wakened chihuahuas

The goons are at the gate again. Beware my friends, lest they be you. (from "Censorship")

What is more hilarious than carved marble pubic hair? Thank you. Don't mention it.

We hang between two seemingly irreconcilable facts / the capacity to Sing and the inevitability of Death.