I Shall Create! If Not A Note,

Already I Am No Longer Looked At With Lechery Or Love.

... Sometimes You Have To Deal / Devilishly With Drowning Men In Order To Swim Them To Shore.

I Think It Must Be Lonely To Be God. Nobody Loves A Master. No.

Truth-tellers Are Not Always Palatable. There Is A Preference For Candy Bars.

What, What Am I To Do With All Of This Life?