There Are Policemen In The Street And

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Nothing's News. It's The Same Old Thing In Disguise. Only One Thing Comes Without A Disguise And You Only See It Once, Or Maybe Never. Like Getting Hit By A Freight Train. Makes Us Realize That All Our Moaning About Long Lost Girls In Gingham Dresses Is Not So Important After All.

But Right Now It's Bob Dylan Bob Dylan Bob Dylan All The Way.

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

Real Loneliness Is Not Necessarily Limited To When You Are Alone.