What A Terrible Thing Life Can Be.

It’s Like, Everything Really Is Two Ways, The Way We All Pretend It Is And The Way It Really Is

The Faster It Ran Away From Me. And I Found Myself Reasoning That Perhaps One More Beer Would Unlock The Doors Of Perception.

And I Was Having Too Much Fun To Stop Now.

And Once Again I Found Myself Wondering, As I Drifted Off To Stunned And Unbelieving Sleep:how Do These Terrible Things Always Happen To Me?

Money To Me Had Always Been Merely Something The Sheep Used To Show Each Other How Wonderful They Were.