Gays, Lesbians, Straights, Feminists, Fascist Pigs, Communists,

Only The Dead Stay Seventeen Forever.

On Any Given Day, Something Claims Our Attention. Anything At All, Inconsequential Things. A Rosebud, A Misplaced Hat, That Sweater We Liked As A Child, An Old Gene Pitney Record. A Parade Of Trivia With No Place To Go. Things That Bump Around In Our Consciousness For Two Or Three Days Then Go Back To Wherever They Came From... To Darkness. We've Got All These Wells Dug In Our Hearts. While Above The Wells, Birds Flit Back And Forth.

People Need Routines. It's Like A Theme In Music. But It Also Restrictsyour Thoughts And Actions And Limits Your Freedom. It Structures Your Priorities And In Some Cases Distorts Your Logic.

In Long-distance Running The Only Opponent You Have To Beat Is Yourself, The Way You Used To Be.

You Have To Wait Until Tomorrow To Find Out What Tomorrow Will Bring.