But What Could I Do? Be Stupid

I Was Good At Being Charming, One Of My Very Few Vanities.

It Revealed A Cruelty That Really Made One Wonder If The Universe Was Such A Good Idea After All.

I Had Killed Our Careful Relationship By Driving My Tongue Through Its Heart And Pushing It Off A Cliff.

Was Insanity Really Easier To Accept Than Unconsciousness?

In My Lifelong Study Of Human Beings, I Have Found That No Matter How Hard They Might Try, They Have Found No Way Yet To Prevent The Arrival Of Monday Morning. And They Do Try, Of Course, But Monday Always Comes, And All The Drones Have To Scuttle Back To Their Dreary Workaday Lives Of Meaningless Toil And Suffering.