Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.

I Use The Words You Taught Me. If They Don't Mean Anything Any More, Teach Me Others. Or Let Me Be Silent.

Every Word Is Like An Unnecessary Stain On Silence And Nothingness.

The Search For The Means To Put An End To Things, An End To Speech, Is What Enables The Discourse To Continue.