Wishin' was dyin' but I gotta make it all this way to that bed on these feet.
These Songs are not meant to be understood, you understand. They are only meant to terrify & comfort.
Them lady poets must not marry, pal.
something has been said for sobriety but very little.
Offering Dragons quarter is no good, they regrow all their parts and come on again. They have to be killed.
Life, friends, is boring. We must not say so.