Civilised My Syphilised Yarbles.

I See What Is Right And Approve, But I Do What Is Wrong.

Laws And Conditions Appropriate To A Mechanical Creation, Against This I Raise My Sword-pen.

I Was Cured All Right.

As We Grow Older, The Memories Of Early Life Brighten, Those Of Maturity And Senescence Grow Dim And Confused.

The Not-self Cannot Have The Bad, Meaning They Of The Government And The Judges And The Schools Cannot Allow The Bad Because They Cannot Allow The Self.