There Are Some People Who Hate My

It's A Terrible Thing For A Man When His Woman Gangs Up On Him Wi' A Toad

Things Just Happen. What The Hell.

It Was So Much Easier To Blame It On Them. It Was Bleakly Depressing To Think That They Were Us. If It Was Them, Then Nothing Was Anyone's Fault. If It Was Us, What Did That Make Me? After All, I'm One Of Us. I Must Be. I've Certainly Never Thought Of Myself As One Of Them. No One Ever Thinks Of Themselves As One Of Them. We're Always One Of Us. It's Them That Do The Bad Things.

As Large As Worlds. As Old As Time. As Patient As A Brick.

If You Try To To Take My Bananas From Me, I Will Reclaim Them From Your Cold Dead Hands.