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From the back cover:
Men do not know the natural infirmity of their mind: it does nothing but ferret and quest, and keeps incessantly whirling around, building up and becoming entangled in its own work, like our silkworms, and is suffocated in it... It thinks it notices from a distance some sort of glimmer of imaginary light and truth; but while running toward it, it is crossed by so many new quests, that it strays from the road, bewildered. - Montaigne, "Of Experience"
Scruffy Tumor
I wish I could take this moment and freeze it
'cause it's the time when it's going my way
and my way's the only way to preserve our bliss
a beating heart, a pumping fist
I can taste your lips
And you know that sometimes I feel like taking my time
and you know if you don't like you can suck me
I'm in my prime
and in all that sucking you know that there's some hope
after all, don't we sing like angels
when properly stroked?
And after I reject her at night with all my spite
and I see in the morning you know she's still my wife
and I get what I want you know like a fish with a broken fin
and I'll hold the knife and feel the grease run down my chin