We Turned At A Dozen Paces, For

Everything Is Perfect On The Street Again, The World Is Permeated With Roses Of Happiness All The Time, But None Of Us Know It. The Happiness Consists In Realizing That It Is All A Great Strange Dream.

Absolutely No Way To Escape Enigmans.

Vanity Of Vanities… All Is Vanity.’ You Kill Yourself To Get To The Grave. Especially You Kill Yourself To Get To The Grave Before You Die; And The Name Of The Grave Is ‘success’, The Name Of That Grave Is Hullabullo Boom Boom Horseshit.

At Night I Closed My Eyes And Saw My Bones Threading The Mud Of My Grave.

Suppose We Suddenly Wake Up And See That What We Thought To Be This And That, Ain't This And That At All?