Most Of The Time, It's Not The

Life, Not Death, Is The Great Mystery You Must Confront.

Its Not Just A Smile Of Momentary Happiness. When It Disappears From My Face, It Will Stay With Me.

The Young Man Came To The Old Man Seeking Counsel. I Broke Something, Old Man. How Badly Is It Broken? It's In A Million Little Pieces. I'm Afraid I Can't Help You. Why? There's Nothing You Can Do. Why? It Can't Be Fixed. Why? It's Broken Beyond Repair. It's In A Million Little Pieces.

There's Something, I Think, That Gets Lost When We Write Something - Something Gets Lost In The Translation. So I Speak Everything Out, And It's More Important How It Sounds. And Applying That To More Formal Aspects Of Writing.

But All Good Things Come To An End, Often A Sad Angry Miserable End. The Cause For Such An End Can Usually Be Whittled Down To One Of Three Things: Money, Sickness, Love Lost.