If There Wasn't Death, I Think You

The Human Creature Is Alone In His Carapace. Poetry Is A Strong Way Out.

Oh Lion In A Peculiar Guise, Sharp Roman Road To Paradise, Come Eat Me Up, I'll Pay Thy Toll With All My Flesh, And Keep My Soul.

I Love People, But I Love The Thought And Memory Of Them Just As Much.

Youth Is An Arithmetical Statement Of Passing Interest, Each Hour Eats It Up.

These Thoughts Are Depressing I Know. They Are Depressing, I Wish I Was More Cheerful, It Is More Pleasant, Also It Is A Duty, We Should Smile As Well As Submitting To The Purpose Of One Above Who Is Experimenting With Various Mixtures Of Human Character Which Goes Best, All Is Interesting For Him It Is Exciting, But Not For Us. There I Go Again. Smile, Smile, And Get Some Work To Do Then You Will Be Practically Unconscious Without Positively Having To Go.