The Man In The Street Is Always

Your Words And My Words Are The Same, But Not Our Meaning.

Hatred Makes Me Energetic, But Confused.

Laughing At Our Friends, We Avenge The Disappointment They Have Caused.

All Anger Feels Like Righteous Anger; Sorrow Does Not Care Whether It Is Righteous Or Not.

I Like What I Do For A Living. I Also Like Not Doing It--perhaps Even More.