Mtv Has Severely Compromised Surrealism, Perhaps Ruined

His Examiner Said Severely: "baskerville, You Blank Round, Discursiveness Is Not Literature." "the Aim Of Literature," Baskerville Replied Grandly, "is The Creation Of A Strange Object Covered With Fur Which Breaks Your Heart."

Is Death That Which Gives Meaning To Life? And I Said, No, Life Is That Which Gives Meaning To Life.

I Believe That Because I Had Obtained A Wife Who Was Made Up Of Wife-signs (beauty, Charm, Softness, Perfume, Cookery) I Had Found Love.

Endings Are Elusive, Middles Are Nowhere To Be Found, But Worst Of All Is To Begin, To Begin, To Begin.

"i Smell Fennel," Launcelot Said. "that Reminds Me, I Should Tell You I Have Discovered A Specific For Maims. You Take Salt, Good-quality River Mud, And Bee Urine, And Slather It On The Maim And Hold It There For Two Days. Works Like A Charm. Gathering The Bee Urine Is A Bit Of A Bore."