And No. I Must Not Go On

Rid The Mind Of Knowledge When Looking For Pleasure. Or Start Thinking And Find A Lot Of Pain.

See All The Women Seated, Youth In Their Face Lifts, Old Age In Their Hands.

Revenge Is What I Want. Nothing But Pure Unadulterated Revenge. But My Mother Brought Me Up To Be A Lady.

The Purpose Of Writing Is To Make Your Mother And Father Drop Dead With Shame.

Food Throwers: Begun Usually By Estranged Couples, Once This Victual Flinging Starts, Everyone Will Do It...should Your Dinner Party Have Become An Out Of Control Concussion Match With Opponents Catapulting Croutons And Petits Pois Across The Mahogany, Don't Fight It, Go With It. And When You Have The Desire To Quell The Uprising Approach The Original Perpetrator From Behind. There, Slowly Crown Her With The Contents Of The Fresh Fruit Salad Bowl. But Be Warned. Although This Immobilizes And Rivits Everyone's Attention It Also Gives Them New Ideas.