In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.
The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.