There's No Defense Except All The Errors

There Is Nothing As Boring As The Truth.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

It Was Sad, It Was Sad, It Was Sad. When Betty Came Back We Didn't Sing Or Laugh, Or Even Argue. We Sat Drinking In The Dark, Smoking Cigarettes, And When We Went To Sleep, I Didn't Put My Feet On Her Body Or She On Mine Like We Used To. We Slept Without Touching. We Had Both Been Robbed.

Love Is All Right For Those Who Can Handle The Psychic Overload. It's Like Trying To Carry A Full Garbage Can On Your Back Over A Rushing River Of Piss.

The Human Body Is Mostly Blood And Mystery And Sadness.