Sometimes flattery is more of a burden than a blessing, the kind is more awkward than kind, and the exciting is more unpleasant than exciting, and these are the times when crying is more laughter than crying, and in reality it is impossible to know who is unpleasant and exciting, it is impossible to know who sees whom as what, if people see anyone but themselves at all, and these are the times when I just don't understand why I didn't become a lyricist, when I am the Coelho of spiritual disappointments with a red lower class-hat, and the telephones are just lower call-accesories and fucked up communication channels.