Blessed are the meth drinkers, pot sellers, illusion dwellers. Oh Lord, why have you forsaken me? — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
All lies and jest, still, a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest. — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
Time of innocence, a time of confidences, long ago it must be. — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
You read your Emily Dickinson and I my Robert Frost, and we note our place with bookmarkers that measure what we've lost. — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
As I watch the drops of rain weave their weary paths and die. I know that I am like the rain there, but for… — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
Bartender, please fill my glass for me with the wine you gave Jesus that set him free after three days in the ground. — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio? A nation turns it's lonely eyes to you. — Simon And Garfunkel Copy Share Image
