I was reading about animals a while back and there was this motherfucking scientist in France back in the thirties or forties or whenever the motherfuck it was and he was trying to get apes to draw these pictures, to make art pictures like the kinds of pictures in serious motherfucking paintings that you see in museums and shit. So the scientist keeps showing the apes these paintings and giving them charcoal pencils to draw with and then one day one of the apes finally draws something but it’s not the art pictures that it draws. What it draws is the bars of its own motherfucking cage. Its own motherfucking cage! Man, that's the truth, ain't it?
I just travel the world with my backpack and my cameras and a bunch of Clif bars.
The U.N. charter bars the threat of force.
I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there.
The first 12 bars of 'Pre-Occupied' explains my entire career.