I Would Enjoy Experiencing The Hollowness Of

Between Repetition And Forgetting, It Is A Marvel That A New Thought Ever Struggles Into Existence.

Moo May Represent An Idea, But Only The Cow Knows.

Dignity Takes Alarm At The Unexpected Sound Of Laughter.

Drugs Bring Us To To The Gates Of Paradise, Then Keep Us From Entering.

Complainers Rule Out Happiness, Mentioning It Only As Something Lost.