The End Is In The Beginning And

Deplorable Mania, When Something Happens, To Inquire What.

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

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.

I Say Me, Knowing All The While It's Not Me.

What Do I Know Of Man's Destiny? I Could Tell You More About Radishes.