All I'm Out For Is A Good

You Should Think About Nobody And Go Your Own Way, Not On A Course Marked Out For You By People Holding Mugs Of Water And Bottles Of Iodine In Case You Fall And Cut Yourself So That They Can Pick You Up - Even If You Want To Stay Where You Are - And Get You Moving Again.

The Long-distance Run Of An Early Morning Makes Me Think That Every Run Like This Is A Life- A Little Life, I Know- But A Life As Full Of Misery And Happiness And Things Happening As You Can Ever Get Really Around Yourself

Well, It's A Good Life And A Good World, All Said And Done, If You Don't Weaken.

You Can Always Rely On A Society Of Equals Taking It Out On The Women.

Walking The Streets On Winter Nights Kept Him Warm, Despite The Cold Nocturnal Passions Of Uprising Winds. His Footsteps Led Between Trade-marked Houses, Two Up And Two Down, With Digital Chimneys Like Pigs' Tits On The Rooftops Sending Up Heat And Smoke Into The Cold Trough Of A Windy Sky. Stars Hid Like Snipers, Taking Aim Now And Again When Clouds Gave Them A Loophole. Winter Was An Easy Time For Him To Hide His Secrets, For Each Dark Street Patted His Shoulder And Became A Friend, And The Gaseous Eye Of Each Lamp Glowed Unwinking As He Passed.