How Hideous Is The Semicolon.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

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.

What Was God Doing With Himself Before The Creation?

I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.

Unfathomable Mind, Now Beacon, Now Sea.