That Desert Of Loneliness And Recrimination That

Against The Charitable Gesture There Is No Defence.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.

What A Joy To Know Where One Is, And Where One Will Stay, Without Being There. Nothing To Do But Stretch Out Comfortably On The Rack, In The Blissful Knowledge You Are Nobody For All Eternity. A Pity I Should Have To Give Tongue At The Same Time, It Prevents It From Bleeding In Peace, Licking The Lips.

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

The Bicycle Is A Great Good. But It Can Turn Nasty, If Ill Employed.