Love, Arthur, Is A Poodle's Chance Of

I Have Never Voted In My Life... I Have Always Known And Understood That The Idiots Are In A Majority So It's Certain They Will Win.

When It Becomes Really Impossible To Get Away And Sleep, Then The Will To Live Evaporates Of Its Own Accord.

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.

Whenever They Get A Chance, Never Fear, People Make You Waste Hours And Months ... They Use You As A Wall To Bounce Their Bullshit Off Of ... Blah! And Blah! And Blahblahblah! ... You Put Up With It For An Hour, You'll Need Two Weeks To Recover ... Blah! Blah!

Maybe I'd Never See Him Again... Maybe He'd Gone For Good... Swallowed Up, Body And Soul, In The Kind Of Stories You Hear About... Ah, It's An Awful Thing... And Being Young Doesn't Help Any... When You Notice For The First Time... The Way You Lose People As You Go Along ... The Buddies You'll Never See Again... Never Again... When You Notice That They've Disappeared Like Dreams... That It's All Over... Finished... That You Too Will Get Lost Someday... A Long Way Off But Inevitably... In The Awful Torrent Of Things And People... Of The Days And Shapes... That Pass... That Never Stop.