…beating Time Along The Edge Of Thought.

Is There No Way Out Of The Mind?

There Is A Certain Unique And Strange Delight About Walking Down An Empty Street Alone.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid.

It Was Like The First Time I Saw A Cadaver. For Weeks Afterward The Cadavers Head, Or What Was Left Of It - Floated Up Behind My Eggs And Bacon At Breakfast And In The Face Of Buddy Willard, Who Was Responsible For My Seeing It In The First Place, And Pretty Soon I Felt As Though I Were Carrying That Cadavers Head Around With Me On A String, Like Some Black, Noseless Balloon Stinking Of Vinegar.

After All, We Are Nothing More Or Less Than We Choose To Reveal.