Buffalo Bill's Defunct

Unbeing Dead Isn't Being Alive.

Xvii Lady, I Will Touch You With My Mind. Touch You And Touch And Touch Until You Give Me Suddenly A Smile,shyly Obscene (lady I Will Touch You With My Mind.)touch You,that Is All, Lightly And You Utterly Will Become With Infinite Care The Poem Which I Do Not Write.

And The Reason That I Laugh And Breathe Is Oh Love

The Artist Is No Other Than He Who Unlearns What He Has Learned, In Order To Know Himself.

Well, Write Poetry, For God's Sake, It's The Only Thing That Matters.