Such Partings Break The Heart They Fondly

Like To The Apples On The Dead Sea's Shore, All Ashes To The Taste.

Society Is Now One Polished Horde, Formed Of Two Mighty Tries, The Bores And Bored.

A Mistress Never Is Nor Can Be A Friend. While You Agree, You Are Lovers; And When It Is Over, Anything But Friends.

Grief Is Fantastical, And Loves The Dead, And The Apparel Of The Grave.

Self Praise Is No Praise At All.