Rest Is Not A Word Of Free

Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust, If The Women Don't Get You Then The Whiskey Must.

To Be A Good Loser Is To Learn How To Win.

Poetry Is A Shuffling Of Boxes Of Illusions Buckled With A Strap Of Facts.

Lay Me On An Anvil, O God. Beat Me And Hammer Me Into A Steel Spike.

What Is There More Of In The World Than Anything Else? Ends.