I Am Such A Good Man, At

There Is Man In His Entirety, Blaming His Shoe When His Foot Is Guilty.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.

Yes, Light, There Is No Other Word For It.

The Tuesday Scowls, The Wednesday Growls, The Thursday Curses, The Friday Howls, The Saturday Snores, The Sunday Yawns, The Monday Morns, The Monday Morns. The Whacks, The Moans, The Cracks, The Groans, The Welts, The Squeaks, The Belts, The Shrieks, The Pricks, The Prayers, The Kicks, The Tears, The Skelps, And The Yelps.

The Tears Of The World Are A Constant Quantity. For Each One Who Begins To Weep, Somewhere Else Another Stops. The Same Is True Of The Laugh.