And The Color In My Eyes Has

Some Lose All Mind And Become Soul,insane. Some Lose All Soul And Become Mind, Intellectual. Some Lose Both And Become Accepted

When A Hot Woman Meets A Hermit One Of Them Is Going To Change.

They, All Of Them, Seemed To Put Literary Form In Front Of The Actuality And Living Of Life Itself.

My Beerdrunk Soul Is Sadder Than All The Dead Christmas Trees Of The World.

Slavery Was Never Abolished, It Was Only Extended To Include All The Colors.