As For Me, I Am A Watercolor.

Of Course The New Testament Is Very Small. Its Mouth Opens Four Times As Out-of-date As A Prehistoric Monster, Yet Somehow Man-made.

[i] Have Fantasies Of Killing Myself And Thus Being The Powerful One Not The Powerless One.

Unless I Can Shake Myself Free Of My Dog, My Flag, Of My Desk, My Mind, I Find Life A Bit Of A Drag. Not Always, Mind You. Usually I'm Like My Frying Pan Useful, Graceful, Sturdy And With No Caper, No Plan.

The Man Inside Of Woman Ties A Knot So That They Will Never Again Be Separate.

But My Future Is A Secret. / It Is As Shy As A Mole.