All I Want To Do Is Sit

But I Was Not Made For The Great Light That Devours, A Dim Lamp Was All I Had Been Given, And Patience Without End, To Shine It On The Empty Shadows.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

That Penny Farthing Hell You Call Your Mind

All Has Not Been Said And Never Will Be.