I Know That I Am Very Much

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.

We Do Justice Coldly, Injustice Hotly.

A Moratorium On Opportunities, Please. I Need To Recover From The Last One.

My Intentions Go One Way, My Desires Another. Thus I Feel Both Self-indulgent And Deprived.

To Win Hearts, Smile Kindly On People's Weaknesses.