Everybody Is Friends When Things Are Bad

Hail Nothing Full Of Nothing, Nothing Is With Thee.

The Echoes Of Beauty You've Seen Transpire, Resound Through Dying Coals Of A Campfire.

Romance Was A Game, Like Bridge, In Which You Said Things Instead Of Playing Cards. Like Bridge You Had To Pretend You Were Playing For Money Or Playing For Some Stakes.

I Didn't Want To Kiss You Goodbye — That Was The Trouble — I Wanted To Kiss You Good Night — And There's A Lot Of Difference.

You Write A Book Like That You're Fond Of Over The Years, Then You See That Happen To It, It's Like Pissing In Your Father's Beer.