Language Fits Over Experience Like A Straight-jacket.

Childhood Is A Disease - A Sickness That You Grow Out Of.

Serve You Right If Something Did Get You, You Useless Lot Of Cry-babies!

Kill The Pig! Cut His Throat! Kill The Pig! Bash Him In!

Worse Than Madness. Sanity.

The Candle-buds Opened Their Wide White Flowers....their Scent Spilled Out Into The Air And Took Possession Of The Island.