Make Sense Who May. I Switch Off.

They Never Lynch Children, Babies, No Matter What They Do They Are Whitewashed In Advance.

How Time Flies When One Has Fun!

I Try. I Fail. I Try Again. I Fail Better.

Let Me Go To Hell, That's All I Ask, And Go On Cursing Them There, And Them Look Down And Hear Me, That Might Take Some Of The Shine Off Their Bliss.

But It Seems Impossible To Speak And Yet Say Nothing, You Think You Have Succeeded, But You Always Overlook Something.