I Am Really Only Myself When I'm

Anything Incomprehensible Has A Sexual Significance To Many People Under Thirty-five.

The Sky Lay Over The City Like A Map Showing The Strata Of Things And The Big Full Moon Toppled Over In A Furrow Like The Abandoned Wheel Of A Gun Carriage On A Sunset Field Of Battle And The Shadows Walked Like Cats And I Looked Into The White And Ghostly Interior Of Things And Thought Of You And I Looked On Their Structural Outsides And Thought Of You And Was Lonesome.

Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

Why Do We Spend Years Using Up Our Bodies To Nurture Our Minds With Experience And Find Our Minds Turning Then To Our Exhausted Bodies For Solace?

Youth Doesn't Need Friends -- It Only Needs Crowds.