I still have a little whiskey left and therefore a chance.
Where some god pissed a rain of reason to make things grow only to die.
I'm only interested in poetry.
It didn't pay to trust another human being. Humans didn't have it, whatever it took.
We're all going to die, all of us, what a circus!
I will put on my shoes and shirt and get out of here - it'll be better for all of us.