It’s Nice Enough To Make

...having Nothing To Struggle Against They Have Nothing To Struggle For.

If I'm An Ass, I Should Say So. If I Don't, Somebody Else Will. If I Say It First, That Disarms Them.

People Were Usually Much Better In Their Letters Than In Reality. They Were Much Like Poets In This Way.

It Was Hard For Me To Believe. When Recess Was Over I Sat In Class And Thought About It. My Mother Had A Hole And My Father Had A Dong That Shot Juice. How Could They Have Things Like That And Walk Around As If Everything Was Normal, And Talk About Things, And Then Do It And Not Tell Anybody?

I Broke That Town In Half Like A Wooden Match.