Something Has Been Said For

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So.

Offering Dragons Quarter Is No Good, They Regrow All Their Parts And Come On Again. They Have To Be Killed.

These Songs Are Not Meant To Be Understood, You Understand. They Are Only Meant To Terrify & Comfort.

Life, Friends, Is Boring. We Must Not Say So. After All, The Sky Flashes, The Great Sea Yearns, We Ourselves Flash And Yearn, And Moreover My Mother Told Me As A Boy (repeatedly) 'ever To Confess You're Bored Means You Have No Inner Resources.' I Conclude Now I Have No Inner Resources, Because I Am Heavy Bored.

We Must Travel In The Direction Of Our Fear.