Nothing in the world is confusing, for the world is made up of confusion. And confusion, at least, is understandable. We know what it is. We see it and we say, ah, yes, it is confusion. We nod amongst ourselves and we look on, oblivious.
Madness string 45870
Tell them to give them back to me. And give us somewhere the sun shines, and pony rides and ice-cream and a place to go...