Let the mind beware, that though the flesh be bugged, the circumstances of existence are pretty glorious.

Ah Japhy you taught me the final lesson of them all, you can't fall off a mountain.

You guys are going somewhere or just going?

In my medicine cabinet, the winter fly has died of old age.

One day I will find the right words, and they will be simple.

But they need to worry and betray time with urgencies false and otherwise, purely anxious and whiny, their souls really won't be at peace unless they can latch to an established and proven worry and having once found it they assume facial expressions to fit and go with it, which is, you see, unhappiness, and all the time it all flies by them and they know it and that too worries them no end.

The page is long, blank, and full of truth. When I am through with it, it shall probably be long, full, and empty with words.