If You Do Not Love

I Have My Faults, But Changing My Tune Is Not One Of Them.

Vladimir: Did I Ever Leave You? Estragon: You Let Me Go.

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

Enough. Sudden Enough. Sudden All Far. No Move And Sudden All Far. All Least. Three Pins. One Pinhole. In Dimmost Dim. Vasts Apart. At Bounds Of Boundless Void. Whence No Farther. Best Worse No Farther. Nohow Less. Nohow Worse. Nohow Naught. Nohow On.

It Sometimes Happens And Will Sometimes Happen Again That I Forget Who I Am And Strut Before My Eyes, Like A Stranger.