I Wonder What Ants Do On Rainy

Don't Feel Sorry For Yourself. Only Arseholes Do That.

..finally He Was Just Another Ant, Working And Working Until He Died Without Meaning.

I Can Be Hurt, You Know. I Can Get As Exhausted As Anybody Else. I Can Feel So Bad I Want To Cry, Too.

The Rain That Fell On The City Runs Down The Dark Gutters And Empties Into The Sea Without Even Soaking The Ground

Sometimes I Feel Like A Caretaker Of A Museum -- A Huge, Empty Museum Where No One Ever Comes, And I'm Watching Over It For No One But Myself.