The Truth Of The Matter Is, You

Holding Up My Purring Cat To The Moon. I Sighed.

Vanity Of Vanities… All Is Vanity.’ You Kill Yourself To Get To The Grave. Especially You Kill Yourself To Get To The Grave Before You Die; And The Name Of The Grave Is ‘success’, The Name Of That Grave Is Hullabullo Boom Boom Horseshit.

Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny Car In The Night?

And Still The Void Is Still And'll Never Move - But I Will Be The Void, Moving Without Having Moved.

I Wish The Whole World Was Dead Serious About Food Instead Of Silly Rockets And Machines And Explosives Using Everybody's Food Money To Blow Their Heads Off Anyway.