The Masses Are Everywhere They Know How

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It

I Would Certainly End Up Forever Crying The Blues Into A Coffee Cup In A Park For Old Men Playing Chess Or Silly Games Of Some Sort.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

To Experience Real Agony Is Something Hard To Write About, Impossible To Understand While It Grips You; You're Frightened Out Of Your Wits, Can’t Sit Still, Move, Or Even Go Decently Insane.

Sundays Kill More People Than Bombs.