Don’t nod.
Dogma: I am God.
Never odd or even.
Do geese see God?
Too bad I hid a boot.
Rats live on no evil star.
No trace; not one carton.
Murder for a jar of red rum.
Some men interpret nine memos.
May a moody baby doom a yam?
A man, a plan, a canal. Panama!
Go hang a salami; I’m a lasagna hog!
Satan, oscillate [...]

