You're On Earth. There's No Cure For

Nothing Is Funnier Than Unhappiness.

I Know Those Little Phrases That Seem So Innocuous, And, Once You Let Them In, Pollute The Whole Of Speech. 'nothing Is More Real Than Nothing.' They Rise Up Out Of The Pit And Know No Rest Until They Drag You Down Into Its Dark.

The Human Eyelid Is Not Teartight (happily For The Human Eye).

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

The Tears Stream Down My Cheeks From My Unblinking Eyes. What Makes Me Weep So? There Is Nothing Saddening Here. Perhaps It Is Liquefied Brain.