I Didn't Know The Names Of The

We Are Great Writers On The Same Dreadful Typewriter

I Saw The Best Minds Of My Generation Destroyed By Madness, Starving Hysterical Naked.

It Isn't Enough For Your Heart To Break Because Everybody's Heart Is Broken Now.

I Touch Your Book And Dream Of Our Odyssey In The Supermarket And Feel Absurd.

The Suffering Itself Is Not So Bad; It's The Resentment Against Suffering That Is The Real Pain.