The Things That Matter Don't Necessarily Make

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.

But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.

Words Have A Life; Without Response They Die.

What A Weird Thing Smoking Is And I Can't Stop It. I Feel Cosy, Have A Sense Of Well-being When I'm Smoking, Poisoning Myself, Killing Myself Slowly. Not So Slowly Maybe. I Have All Kinds Of Pains I Don't Want To Know About And I Know That's What They're From. But When I Don't Smoke I Scarcely Feel As If I'm Living. I Don't Feel As If I'm Living Unless I'm Killing Myself.

After All, When You Come Right Down To It, How Many People Speak The Same Language Even When They Speak The Same Language?