Bein Crazy Is The Least Of My

Details Are The Life Of Prose.

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.

The First Sip [of Tea] Is Joy, The Second Is Gladness, The Third Is Serenity, The Fourth Is Madness, The Fifth Is Ecstasy.

It No Longer Makes Me Cry And Die And Tear Myself To See Her Go Because Everything Goes Away From Me Like That Now — Girls, Visions, Anything, Just In The Same Way And Forever And I Accept Lostness Forever.

As I Grew Older I Became A Drunk. Why? Because I Like Ecstasy Of The Mind.