Word I Was In My Life Alone,

The Only Way Out Is To Go Through

Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard And Writing Is A Faucet Upstairs In The House. Opening The First Takes The Pressure Off The Second.

Memento Mori And Obey The Lord. Art And Religion Love The Somber Chord.

All Those Who Try To Go It Sole Alone, Too Proud To Be Beholden For Relief, Are Absolutely Sure To Come To Grief.

I Hold It To Be The Inalienable Right Of Anybody To Go To Hell In His Own Way.