I Confess, I Do Not Believe In

I Was Also Supposed To Quiz My Various Companions On A Number Of Important Matters Such As Nostalgia, Fear Of Unknown Animals, Food Fantasies, Nocturnal Emissions, Hobbies, Choice Of Radio Program, Changes In Out Look And So Forth.

All My Stories Are Webs Of Style And None Seems At First Blush To Contain Much Kinetic Matter.

At Eight, He Had Once Told His Mother That He Wanted To Paint Air.

I Talk In A Daze, I Walk In A Maze I Cannot Get Out, Said The Starling

The Thought, When Written Down, Becomes Less Oppressive, But Some Thoughts Are Like A Cancerous Tumor: You Express Is, You Excise It, And It Grows Back Worse Than Before.