I Suppose It’s Comfort, Perhaps A Sense

Which Is Worse, Hell Or Nothing?

Years Of Living In The Hope That What You'll Get Will Be Better Than What You Have. Years Of Looking And Feeling Worse In The Hope That You Might Look Better.

We Live And We Die And Anything Else Is Just A Delusion.

What If Reality Is Nothing But Some Disease?

If Your Body Is A Temple, You Can Pile Up Too Much Deferred Maintenance. If Your Body Is A Temple, Mine Was A Real Fixer-upper.