If I Was Dead, I Wouldn't Know

I Tried To Groan, Help! Help! But The Tone That Came Out Was That Of Polite Conversation.

When The Object Is Perceived As Particular And Unique And Not Merely The Member Of A Family, When It Appears Independent Of Any General Notion And Detached From The Sanity Of A Cause, Isolated And Inexplicable In The Light Of Ignorance, Then And Only Then May It Be A Source Of Enchantment.

Was I Asleep? Had I Slept?

The Essential Is To Go On Squirming Forever At The End Of The Line, As Long As There Are Waters And Banks And Ravening In Heaven Asporting God To Plague His Creature, Per Pro His Chosen Shits.

If By Godot I Had Meant God I Would Have Said God, And Not Godot.