Sloth Is All Passions The

The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The Decanter.

I Still Smile It's Not Worth The Trouble Any More For A Long Time Now It's Not Been Worth The Trouble The Tongue Spring Goes Into The Mud I Stay Like This Not Thirsty Any More The Tongue Goes Back Into The Mouth It Closes It Has To Make A Straight Line Now It's Done I've Made The Image.

Estragon: What About Hanging Ourselves? Vladimir: Hmm. It'd Give Us An Erection.

But I Know What Darkness Is, It Accumulates, Thickens, Then Suddenly Bursts And Drowns Everything.

We Lose Our Hair, Our Teeth! Our Bloom, Our Ideals.