In the name of Bacon will you chicken me up that egg. Shall I swallow cave-phantoms?
No, I regret nothing, all I regret is having been born, dying is such a long tiresome business I always found.
You cried for night - it falls. Now cry in darkness.
How time flies when one has fun!
Make sense who may. I switch off.
What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.