I'm Just Happy Being Dumpy.

Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me. No Hope, No Harm; Just Another False Alarm.

I Could Only Tolerate An Afternoon If I Took A Triple Amount Of The Stated Dose Of Valium Prescribed By My Gp (who Would Soon Take His Own Life).

With No Reason To Hide These Words I Feel, And No Reason To Talk About The Books I Read, But Still, I Do.

I'm Not Very Good At Being Dull.

I Would Never, Ever Do Anything As Vulgar As Having Fun.