If life is a waiting room, I guess I'm one of the magazines. London needs more talk radio like it needs an outbreak of typhoid. Time runs backwards, at the end , You turn into a child again , Then you're dust.
Love is the distance between reality and pain.
I just think those are the main things. Not only can I not remember it, I cannot remember what it is I cannot remember. The question then is why I think I ever knew. This is called the Arial Expanding Dog Window Vision, originally Left-Handed I now split myself into two sides and turn 'round saying goodbye to the other man in the card board mirror box song blues. You put two mirrors up against each other, and there's infinity, but you can never see it, 'cause your head blocks it off.