Every Jackass Going The Roads Thinks He

All Moanday, Tearday, Wailsday, Thumpsday, Frightday, Shatterday.

Absence, The Highest Form Of Presence.

A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well And What's Cheese? Corpse Of Milk.

Nations Have Their Ego, Just Like Individuals.

Every Age Must Look For Its Sanction To Its Poetry And Philosophy, For In These The Human Mind, As It Looks Backward Or Forward, Attains To An Eternal State.