Well Bred Bad Taste

Return These Hands to my Father... Who's Afraid of Morandi?

Plunge Headlong Into the Shit. Just... One... More... Time...

Maybe, Maybe Life Will Be A Little Less Horrible Slightly Further On

Life is a Thing of Beauty and a Joy Forever... He Said Without a Whit of Irony

The Less I Think About It, The More Sure I Am

But, I Was Still Anxious for my Little Joy -- From Time to Time

No Memory of Morning, No Hope of the Night

Let Him Sleep - He Has No Idea About What Life Can Do to Him

In the Resignedly Optimistic Way in Which One Approaches the Truth -- One Day, One Day...

The Gray Sky Better Suited my Humor

No, Just the Daily Longing to be Swallowed up by the Earth

Happily, the Weather was Fine & I was no Longer Alone. Happily, Happily...

I Can't Go on Like This -- That's What You Think

I Too was Innocent -- But I Knew It

Safe in Heaven, Dead.

I Smiled -- Anticipating the Day That I Too Would Be an Old Man Walking Slowly

I've Always Enjoyed Doing Nothing -- I'd do it More Often if I Could Afford it

In The Morning Frost The Cat Steps Slowly

Happy?! Nobody I Know is Dumb Enough to be Happy

The Slow Grey Tide Emptied & Filled, Emptied & Filled...

The Infinite Possibilities of a Blue Sky on a Saturday Morning

Dwelling Happily in Things as They are

Let Me Alone. Can't You See I'm Thinking of the Days When I was Happy?

What do we do now, now That we are Happy?

Nothing to be Done