My Regimen Is Lust And Avarice For

If You Do Not Throw In A Few Promises Of Better Things To Come, Gloomy One, I Am Going To Take You Back To The Library.

To Be Successful Be Ahead Of Your Time, But Only A Little.

The Noisy Vacancy Of Youth, The Quiet Vacancy Of Age.

Aimless Drifting Also Fulfills An Intention.

Seeing My Malevolent Face In The Mirror, My Benevolent Soul Shrinks Back.