People Do Terrible Things, Sometimes, For The

Old Words; Words That Nearly Brought Me To My Knees. Live Free Or Die

This Is The Past: It Drifts, It Gathers. If You Are Not Careful, It Will Bury You.

But Now I Give In, Let The Anger Surge. I'm Sick Of People Acting Like This World, This Other World Is The Normal One, While I'm The Freak. It's Not Fair; Like All The Rules Have Suddenly Changed And Somebody Forgot To Tell Me.

Once Mo Had Closed The Gates, He Returned To His Little Stone Hut, And His Half-eaten Sandwich Of Butter And Canned Sardines, And His Mug Of Thick Hot Chocolate, Which Every Night He Poured Carefully Into A Thermos Labeled Coffee.

Holy Mother Of Lord Cocoa Puffs