As I Grew Older I Became A

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

Prison Is Where You Promise Yourself The Right To Live.

There's Wisdom In Wine.

I Pictured Myself In A Denver Bar That Night, With All The Gang, And In Their Eyes I Would Be Strange And Ragged And Like The Prophet Who Has Walked Across The Land To Bring The Dark Word, And The Only Word I Had Was 'wow!

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.