Something That Never Happens Anywhere At Any

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

It Was Hard For Me To Believe. When Recess Was Over I Sat In Class And Thought About It. My Mother Had A Hole And My Father Had A Dong That Shot Juice. How Could They Have Things Like That And Walk Around As If Everything Was Normal, And Talk About Things, And Then Do It And Not Tell Anybody?

I Was Born To Hustle Roses Down The Avenue Of The Dead.

If You're Going To Try, Go All The Way. There Is No Other Feeling Like That. You Will Be Alone With The Gods, And The Nights Will Flame With Fire. You Will Ride Life Straight To Perfect Laughter. It's The Only Good Fight There Is.