Life Is A Trick, Life Is A

Take Your Foot Out Of The Graveyard, They Are Busy Being Dead.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.

We Are America. We Are The Coffin Fillers. We Are The Grocers Of Death. We Pack Them In Crates Like Cauliflowers.

I Suffer For Birds And Fireflies But Not Frogs, She Said, And Threw Him Across The Room. Kaboom! Like A Genie Out Of A Samovar, A Handsome Prince Arose In The Corner Of The Bedroom.