I Was Always On My Oddy Knocky.

The Unconscious Mind Has A Habit Of Asserting Itself In The Afternoon.

Literature Is All, Or Mostly, About Sex.

Blessed Tree And Blessed Birds, That Were To Be Neither Saved Nor Damned.

I Was Very Lighthearted. This Often The Way When The Abandonment Of Personal Responsibility Is Enforced: Neither Wronged Innocence Or Just Guilt Can Seriously Impair The Sensation Of Freedom One Has.

I Was Cured All Right.