It’s nice enough to make a man weep, but I don’t weep, do you?
The night kept coming on in and there was nothing I could do.
It's not the large things that send a man to the madhouse... no, it's the continuing series of small tragedies... not the death of his love but the shoelace that snaps with no time left.
Before my death I hope to obtain my life.
Any asshole can chase a skirt, art takes discipline.
Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.