We Waste Days Like Mad

Belane, Are You Nuts?" Who Knows? Insanity Is Comparative. Who Sets The Norm?

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.

Understand Me. I’m Not Like An Ordinary World. I Have My Madness, I Live In Another Dimension And I Do Not Have Time For Things That Have No Soul.

I Would Certainly End Up Forever Crying The Blues Into A Coffee Cup In A Park For Old Men Playing Chess Or Silly Games Of Some Sort.

Agony Sometimes Changes Form But It Never Ceases For Anybody.