A Truth Should Exist, It Should Not

Then Sail, My Fine Lady, On The Billowing Wave - The Water Below Is As Dark As The Grave, And Maybe You'll Sink In Your Little Blue Boat - It's Hope, And Hope Only, That Keeps Us Afloat

Why Is It We Want So Badly To Memorialize Ourselves? Even While We're Still Alive. We Wish To Assert Our Existence, Like Dogs Peeing On Fire Hydrants.

Life's Not Fair; Why Should I Be?

Even An Obvious Fabrication Is Some Comfort When You Have Few Others.

Men Are Afraid That Women Will Laugh At Them. Women Are Afraid That Men Will Kill Them.