In Its Own Way The Kiss Had

I Sighed; As Comforting As It May Be To Some Of Us, Sarcasm, Like Youth, Is Wasted On The Young.

What A Terrible Thing Life Can Be.

In My Lifelong Study Of Human Beings, I Have Found That No Matter How Hard They Might Try, They Have Found No Way Yet To Prevent The Arrival Of Monday Morning. And They Do Try, Of Course, But Monday Always Comes, And All The Drones Have To Scuttle Back To Their Dreary Workaday Lives Of Meaningless Toil And Suffering.

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

...my Conscience Has The Same Hard Reality As A Unicorn.