Sloth Is All Passions The

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

Personally I Have No Bone To Pick With Graveyards.

Nothing Matters But The Writing. There Has Been Nothing Else Worthwhile... A Stain Upon The Silence.

The Search For The Means To Put An End To Things, An End To Speech, Is What Enables The Discourse To Continue.

The Tuesday Scowls, The Wednesday Growls, The Thursday Curses, The Friday Howls, The Saturday Snores, The Sunday Yawns, The Monday Morns, The Monday Morns. The Whacks, The Moans, The Cracks, The Groans, The Welts, The Squeaks, The Belts, The Shrieks, The Pricks, The Prayers, The Kicks, The Tears, The Skelps, And The Yelps.