Humanity, You Never Had It To Begin

"baby," I Said. "i'm A Genius But Nobody Knows It But Me."

Where Did All The Women Come From? The Supply Was Endless. Each One Of Them Was Individual, Different. Their Pussies Were Different, Their Kisses Were Different, Their Breasts Were Different, But No Man Could Drink Them All, There Were Too Many Of Them, Crossing Their Legs, Driving Men Mad. What A Feast!

Now Something So Sad Has Hold Of Us That The Breath Leaves And We Can't Even Cry.

I Have Been Treated Better Than I Should Have Been---not By Life In General Nor By The Machinery Of Things But By Women.

Writing About A Writer's Block Is Better Than Not Writing At All