If You're Doing Nonsense It Has To

Mr Earbrass Stands On The Terrace At Twilight. It Is Bleak; It Is Cold; And The Virtue Has Gone Out Of Everything. Words Drift Through His Mind: Anguish Turnips Conjunctions Illness Defeat String Parties No Parties Urns Desuetude Disaffection Claws Loss Trebizond Napkins Shame Stones Distance Fever Antipodes Mush Glaciers Incoherence Labels Miasma Amputation Tides Deceit Mourning Elsewards.

My Favorite Journey Is Looking Out The Window.

Z Is For Zillah Who Drank Too Much Gin.

I Have Given Up Considering Happiness As Relevant.

My Mission In Life Is To Make Everybody As Uneasy As Possible. I Think We Should All Be As Uneasy As Possible, Because That's What The World Is Like.