First Feed The Face, Then Talk Right

Whenever There Are Great Virtues, It's A Sure Sign Something's Wrong.

You Can't Write Poems About Trees When The Woods Are Full Of Policemen.

Here Today We Huddle Tight As The Darkest Heathens Might The Snow Falls Chilly On Our Skin The Snow Is Forcing Its Way In. Hush, Snow, Come In With Us To Dwell: We Were Thrown Out By Heaven As Well.

The Fate Of Man Is Man.

For Once You Must Try Not To Shirk The Facts: Mankind Is Kept Alive By Bestial Acts.