Sometimes I Get Too Exhausted To Even

Human Relationships Are Strange. I Mean, You Are With One Person A While, Eating And Sleeping And Living With Them, Loving Them, Talking To Them, Going Places Together, And Then It Stops.

What Good Are You? What Can You Do? It Has Cost Me A Thousands Of Dollars To Raise You, Feed You, Clothe You! Suppose I Left You Here On The Street? Then What Would You Do?" "catch Butterflies

I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down The Avenue Of The Dead.

Finally There Is Nothing Here For Death To Take Away.

The Secret Is Writing Down One Simple Line After Another.