Truth stimulates nothing, it’s the lies that give us comfort.
When is a thing something or nothing?
They consume, pick their sandstone teeth with the bones of human endeavour . . .
Is this it? Is this all there is?
Do you ever get the feeling all this has been a terrible mistake or worse, a really bad joke . . .
Cats and their mats. Is it any wonder eh?
Eat my words!
The insecurities involved in the human endeavour of creation.
For the sake of the dictionary recycle your words!