Signifiers are
arbitrary, got it. But
roses don't smell sweet.

Please note: without words,
there would still be moving and
beautiful music.

Treating depressives
as diseased discounts the fact
that they're mostly right.

In my dreams for this
prison, all of the inmates
escape gracefully.

Knock knock. Who's there? Owls.
Owls who? That's right! And little
piggies go oink oink!

Love, be careful with
that knife. The armor I wear
is only cardboard.

"… and the boys say they're
concerned that they are concerned
with these accidents."

Who's a good boy? Who's
a good boy? Who's a good boy?
Puppy Cerberus.