But I Was Not Made For The

What A Joy To Know Where One Is, And Where One Will Stay, Without Being There. Nothing To Do But Stretch Out Comfortably On The Rack, In The Blissful Knowledge You Are Nobody For All Eternity. A Pity I Should Have To Give Tongue At The Same Time, It Prevents It From Bleeding In Peace, Licking The Lips.

Spend The Years Of Learning Squandering Courage For The Years Of Wandering Through A World Politely Turning From The Loutishness Of Learning.

Lick Your Neighbor As Yourself!

You're On Earth. There's No Cure For That.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.