لا تزال نوبات قلة الصبر تطوف بي بين حين وآخر.

“e earth makes a sound as of sighs and the last drops fall from the emptied clou…”

“[A]ll I want to do is sit on my ass and fart and think of Dante.”

“A quem nada tem é proibido não amar a merda.”

“The tears stream down my cheeks from my unblinking eyes. What makes me weep so?…”