I Am As Constant As A Northern

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

Everything Comes And Goes; Pleasure Moves On Too Early And Trouble Leaves Too Slow

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.

I See The Entire World As Eden, And Every Time You Take An Inch Of It Away, You Must Do So With Respect.

In Terms Of Fiction, I'd Rather Go Out And Have A Good Time Than Read A Book About Someone Having A Good Or Bad Time.