Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards, I take the air there willingly, perhaps more willingly than elsewhere, when take the air I must.

An imaginative adventure does not enjoy the same corsets as reportage.

Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.

There is man in his entirety, blaming his shoe when his foot is guilty.

To him who has nothing it is forbidden not to relish filth.

I still smile it's not worth the trouble any more for a long time now it's not been worth the trouble the tongue spring goes into the mud I stay like this not thirsty any more the tongue goes back into the mouth it closes it has to make a straight line now it's done I've made the image.

Adulterers, take warning, never admit.