Since We Don't Know Where We're Going,

He's The Sort Of Guy That Gets A Laugh Out Of People.

Then The Trembling Starts To Get Worse. This Must Be How They Begin, He Thinks. Freak-outs. Breakdowns. Crack-ups. Eventually Shut-ins And Finally Cross-offs. But First The Cover-up . . .

The Reverberation Often Exceeds Through Silence The Sound That Sets It Off; The Reaction Occasionally Outdoes By Way Of Repose The Event That Stimulated It; And The Past Not Uncommonly Takes A While To Happen, And Some Long Time To Figure Out.

He Knows That There's No Better Way In The World To Aggravate Somebody Who's Trying To Make It Hard For You Than By Acting Like You're Not Bothered.

Because He Knows You Have To Laugh At The Things That Hurt You Just To Keep Yourself In Balance, Just To Keep The World From Running You Plumb Crazy. He Knows There's A Painful Side; He Knows My Thumb Smarts And His Girlfriend Has A Bruised Breast And The Doctor Is Losing His Glasses, But He Won't Let The Pain Blot Out The Humor No More'n He'll Let The Humor Blot Out The Pain.