How Time Flies When One Has Fun!

We Should Have Thought Of It When The World Was Young, In The Nineties.

There Is No Use Indicting Words, They Are No Shoddier Than What They Peddle.

I Lay Down Across Her With My Face In Her Breasts And My Hand On Her. We Lay There Without Moving. But Under Us All Moved, And Moved Us, Gently, Up And Down, And From Side To Side.

And All These Questions I Ask Myself. It Is Not In A Spirit Of Curiosity. I Cannot Be Silent. About Myself I Need Know Nothing. Here All Is Clear. No, All Is Not Clear. But The Discourse Must Go On. So One Invents Obscurities. Rhetoric.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.