All I Want To Do Is Sit

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

The Sky Sinks In The Morning, This Fact Has Been Insufficiently Observed.

If You Don't Know Where You Are Currently Standing, You're Dead.

We Are All Born Crazy. Some Remain That Way.