I Am A Cigarette With A Body

My Heart Is Broken,” She Goes. “it’s Turned To A Piece Of Stone. I’m No Good. That’s What’s As Bad As Anything, That I’m No Good Anymore.

Get In, Get Out. Don't Linger. Go On.

Remember Haydn's 104 Symphonies. Not All Of Them Were Great. But There Were 104 Of Them.

We Knew Our Days Were Numbered. We Had Fouled Up Our Lives And We Were Getting Ready For A Shake-up.

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.