There's No Clarity. There Was Never Meant

There Are Only Two Things Wrong With Money: Too Much Or Too Little.

I Would Certainly End Up Forever Crying The Blues Into A Coffee Cup In A Park For Old Men Playing Chess Or Silly Games Of Some Sort.

My Part Of The Game Is That I Must Live The Best I Can.

A Day Of Minor Profit Or Prophet Led To A Night Of Drunkenness.

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.