As It Has Been Said: Love And

The Tongue, The Chinese Say, Is Like A Sharp Knife: It Kills Without Drawing Blood.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

I Would Like To Think That No One Would Die Anymore If We All Believed In Daisies But The Worms Know Better, Don't They? They Slide Into The Ear Of A Corpse And Listen To His Great Sigh.

This Is No Dream Just My Oily Life Where The People Are Alibis And The Street Is Unfindable For An Entire Lifetime.

The Town Is Silent. The Night Boils With Eleven Stars. Oh Starry Starry Night! This Is How I Want To Die.