There's Only Room For One

Don't Mourn, Organise

She'd Thought Love Had Something To Do With Happiness, But It Turned Out They Were Not Even Vaguely Related. Love Was Closer To A Need, No Different From The Need To Eat, To Breathe.

It Was Something... The Way A Person's Life Picked Up Speed, The Way A Life Was Like A Bullet Aimed At One Final Target, Impossible To Slow Or Turn Aside, And Like The Bullet, You Were Ignorant Of What You Were Going To Hit, Would Never Know Anything Except The Rush And The Impact.

I Have Nothing To Say For Myself, Only That I Have Always Tried To Make This Earth A Little Bit Better

Work And Pray, Live On Hay, Youll Get Pie In The Sky When You Die.