Blood Will Tell, But Often It Tells

Old Godheads Sink In Space And Drown Their Arks Like Foundered Galleons Sucked Down.

This Is Another Day! Are Its Eyes Blurred With Maudlin Grief For Any Wasted Past? A Thousand Thousand Failures Shall Not Daunt! Let Dust Clasp Dust, Death, Death; I Am Alive!

From 'the Lesson Of The Moth': And Before I Could Argue Him Out Of His Philosophy He Went And Immolated Himself On A Patent Cigar Lighter I Do Not Agree With Him Myself I Would Rather Have Half The Happiness And Twice The Longevity But At The Same Time I Wish There Was Something I Wanted As Badly As He Wanted To Fry Himself

An Old Stomach Reforms More Whiskey Drinkers Than A New Resolve.

A Fierce Unrest Seethes At The Core, Of All Existing Things:, It Was The Eager Wish To Soar, That Gave The Gods Their Wings.