I Am Only Responsible For My Own

The Leaf Fall Of His Words, The Stained Glass Hues Of His Moods, The Rust In His Voice, The Smoke In His Mouth, His Breath On My Vision Like Human Breath Blinding A Mirror.

All That Is Sacred And Taboo In The World Are Meaningless.

We Must Protect The Minority Writers Because They Are The Research Workers Of Literature. They Keep It Alive. It Has Been Fashionable Of Late To Seek Out And Force Such Writers Into More Popular Channels, To The Detriment Of Both Writer And An Unprepared Public.

Houses Turn To Corpses Overnight When We Cease To Live And Love In Them.

In My Dreams I Sleep With Everybody.