The grass is greener the air is cleaner your work is meaner your meals are leaner our minds are keener we have a nicer marina too many misdemeanours...
We, all of us, can rise from the murk. Except him, because he is dead - and he would not begrudge my tastelessness in that last.
Nothing but truth here friends, comrades, lovers and fighters. I am ugly. I am fat. I am full of that stuff that clouds the blood and so the mind...