Twas Something Else. I Had

We Either Learn To Accept Or We End Up Writing Letters Home With Crayons.

In Spite Of The Problems He Was Having He Was Going On With His Life. There Are Thousands Who Don’t Or Won’t Or Can’t And Plenty Of Them Aren’t In Prison Either.

They Say That Loving Eyes Can Never See, But That's A Fool's Axiom. Sometimes, They See Too Much

I've Given Up Thinking - It Keeps Getting Me Into Trouble.

The Wonder Is That So Many Ocds Manage To Live Productive Lives, Just The Same. They Work, They Eat (often Not Enough Or Too Much, It's True), They Go To The Movies, They Make Love To Their Girlfriends And Boyfriends, Their Wives And Husbands... And All The Time Those Birds Are There, Clinging To Them And Pecking Away Little Bits Of Flesh.