Vice Is Nice, But A Little Virtue

Books, Cats, Life Is Good.

It's Well We Cannot Hear The Screams We Make In Other People's Dreams.

Ideally, If Anything [was] Any Good, It Would Be Indescribable.

There Was A Young Lady Named Mae Who Smoked Without Stopping All Day; As Pack Followed Pack, Her Lungs First Turned Black, And Eventually Rotted Away.

Not Everything In Life Can Be Interpreted Metaphorically; That's Because Things Fall Out On The Way.