One More Creature Dizzy With Love

We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus!

Things Get Bad For All Of Us, Almost Continually, And What We Do Under The Constant Stress Reveals Who/what We Are.

I Walked Around The Block Twice, Passed 200 People And Failed To See A Human Being.

From The Beginning, Through The Middle Years And Up To The End: Too Bad, Too Bad, Too Bad.

People Need Me. I Fill Them. If They Can't See Me For A While They Get Desperate, They Get Sick. But If I See Them Too Often I Get Sick. It's Hard To Feed Without Getting Fed.