Each Day I Lacerated Myself Thinking On

I Alone, As The Sharer Of Their Way Of Life, Presented A Replica Of Childhood.

I See No Greatness In My Self...i'm A Simple-minded, Child-like, Insipid Sort Of Moronic And Kind Of Akward Feeling Adolescent.

Some Events Are In The Area Of The Soul Where Words Cannot Penetrate.

Sometimes I Sits And Thinks. Other Times I Sits And Drinks, But Mostly I Just Sits.

And So Love Goes. And So Life Goes. And So I Go.