They Say Small is Beautiful

Went to the local Morrissey concert the other day. Quietly: it wasn't good.

Once read a hypothesis how every intelligent individual must pay for his enlarged brain with an emotional fault.
These days it seems to me more like we're all underdeveloped freaks. It is strange that the most complex analyses of human psyche we have are all based on the abnormal. And when I asked my teacher to define health, there was only a feeble cry for the ability to love oneself and others - and the ability to work.

Probably the hardest thing for art to do is celebrate life. And I am completely swept off my feet by all those who manage to capture joy in the simplest terms possible.
Why on earth begin your poem with a line like I'm only happy when it rains when you can imagine yourself laughing with your ex-lover and say: the world is safe from me - I find happiness in dreams; there - I'm laughing - and you're laughing - and everything is as it used to be..

And now if you have a catchy tune to accompany..