The Kind Of People Who Always Go

On Our Way Home We Were Waiting For The Bus When A Very Fat, Pompous-looking Woman Reeled Out Of A Pub Shouting, "melancholia? Ad Nauseam."

God Is A Gentleman. He Prefers Blondes

The Humble And Meek Are Thirsting For Lood

With Madness, As With Vomit, It's The Passerby Who Receives The Inconvenience.

Civilizations Have Been Founded And Maintained On Theories Which Refused To Obey Facts.