Literature + Illness = Illness

I'm An Educated Man, The Prisons I Know Are Subtle Ones.

Drink Up, Boys, Drink Up And Don’t Worry, If We Finish This Bottle We’ll Go Down And Buy Another One. Of Course, It Won’t Be The Same As The One We’ve Got Now, But It’ll Still Be Better Than Nothing. Ah, What A Shame They Don’t Make Los Suicidas Mezcal Anymore, What A Shame That Time Pases, Don’t You Think? What A Shame That We Die, And Get Old, And Everything Good Goes Galloping Away From Us.

If You're Going To Say What You Want To Say, You're Going To Hear What You Don't Want To Hear.

Bright Colours In The West, Giant Butterflies Dancing As Night Crept Like A Cripple Toward The East.

We Interpret Life At Moments Of The Deepest Desperation.