Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are

"what Do You Want Out Of Life?" I Asked, And I Used To Ask That All The Time Of Girls.

Geniuses Can Be Scintillating And Geniuses Can Be Somber, But It's That Inescapable Sorrowful Depth That Shines Through-originality.

The Whole Mad Swirl Of Everything That Was To Come Began Then.

Listen Closely... The Eternal Hush Of Silence Goes On And On Throughout All This, And Has Been Going On, And Will Go On And On. This Is Because The World Is Nothing But A Dream And Is Just Thought Of And The Everlasting Eternity Pays No Attention To It.

If You Dont [sic] Say What You Want, What's The Sense Of Writing?