If Moderation Is A Fault, Then Indifference

The Cause Of The World's Woe Is Birth, The Cure Of The World's Woe Is A Bent Stick.

And Nobody Knows What’s Going To Happen To Anybody Besides The Forlorn Rags Of Growing Old

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

The Unspeakable Visions Of The Individual.

Oftentimes An Originator Of New Language Forms Is Called 'pretentious' By Jealous Talents. But It Ain’t Whatcha Write, It’s The Way Atcha Write It.