The Sky Sinks In The

If You Don't Know Where You Are Currently Standing, You're Dead.

Nothing Happens. Nobody Comes, Nobody Goes. It's Awful.

The Tuesday Scowls, The Wednesday Growls, The Thursday Curses, The Friday Howls, The Saturday Snores, The Sunday Yawns, The Monday Morns, The Monday Morns. The Whacks, The Moans, The Cracks, The Groans, The Welts, The Squeaks, The Belts, The Shrieks, The Pricks, The Prayers, The Kicks, The Tears, The Skelps, And The Yelps.

All I Want To Do Is Sit On My Ass And Fart And Think Of Dante.

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.