I Lit A Thin Green Candle To

We Are Ugly But We Have The Music.

And I Had Not Much Of A Voice. I Didn't Play That Great Guitar Either.

I Would Like To Remind The Management That The Drinks Are Watered And The Hat-check Girl Has Syphilis And The Band Is Composed Of Former Ss Monsters However Since It Is New Year's Eve And I Have Lip Cancer I Will Place My Paper Hat On My Concussion And Dance

He Knew That Hair Couldn't Feel; He Kissed Her Hair.

I Always Considered Myself A Minor Writer. My Province Is Small, And I Try To Explore It Very, Very Thoroughly.