Life is a preposterous horror. Money speaks for money, the devil for his own Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone? The law locks up the man or woman Who steals the goose off the common But leaves the greater villain loose Who steals the common from the goose. Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui.
Life is a preposterous horror. Money speaks for money, the devil for his own Who comes to speak for the skin and the bone? The law locks up the man or woman Who steals the goose off the common But leaves the greater villain loose Who steals the common from the goose. Une oasis d'horreur dans un désert d'ennui.
The irony of reaching a point in my life where I could reasonably afford children without crippling myself financially, but having reached an age and standard of leisure that having those children would now cripple my quality of life beyond reason just as much.
