Who knows if the moon's / a balloon, coming out of a keen city / in the sky - filled with pretty people?

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me), It's always our self we find in the sea.

A politician is an arse upon which everyone has sat except a man.

we're anything brighter than even the sun

Nobody loses all the time.

Nobody else can be alive for you; nor can you be alive for anybody else.

An intelligent person fights for lost causes, realizing that others are merely effects