Our Souls, Shame-wounded By Our

I Was Happier Then. Or Was That I? Or Am I Now I? Can't Bring Back Time. Like Holding Water In Your Hand. Would You Go Back To Then? Just Beginning Then. Would You?

A Corpse Is Meat Gone Bad. Well And What's Cheese? Corpse Of Milk.

It Seems To Me You Do Not Care What Banality A Man Expresses So Long As He Expresses It In Irish.

I'll Tickle His Catastrophe.

Phall If You But Will, Rise You Must: And None So Soon Either Shall The Pharce For The Nunce Come To A Setdown Secular Phoenish.