Bob Dylan wasn't a big star early on; it was the release of his Greatest Hits album in 1967, and the mainstream success of the stoner anthem "Rainy D….

Meow, Meow, Motherfucker..

A comprehended God is no God at all!.

Nobody's about saving anymore. No one cares about a rainy day anymore. Nobody saves up enough for even an umbrella for a rainy day. It's sad. It real….

I pant, I sink, I tremble, I expire!.

Rainy day people all know there's no sorrow they can't rise above..

Nothing stays the same it all gets crushed. It all gets broken. It all passes with time. Only the moment you're in has any meaning." "There are thing….

I do pity unlearned gentlemen on a rainy day..

Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative..

Knowledge is awareness, and to it are many paths, not all of them paved with logic. But sometimes one is guided through the maze by intuition. One is….