A Pain Stabbed My Heart As It

Sure Baby, Mañana. It Was Always Mañana. For The Next Few Weeks That Was All I Heard––mañana A Lovely Word And One That Probably Means Heaven.

To The Children And The Innocent It's All The Same.

How Clear The Realization One Is Going Mad -- The Mind Has A Silence, Nothing Happens In The Physique, Urine Gathers In Your Loins, Your Ribs Contract.

The Cause Of The World's Woe Is Birth, The Cure Of The World's Woe Is A Bent Stick.

If Moderation Is A Fault, Then Indifference Is A Crime.