I Have One Head That Wants To

Boys Are The Cash Of War. Whoever Said: We're Not Free Spenders- Doesn't Know Our Like.

Spontaneous Is What You Get After The Seventeenth Draft.

I'm Smiled Out, Talked Out, Quipped Out, Socialized So Far From Any Being, I Need The Weight Of Mortal Silences To Get Realized Back Into Myself.

One Night I Dreamed I Was Locked In My Father's Watch With Ptolemy And Twenty-one Ruby Stars Mounted On Spheres And The Primum Mobile Coiled And Gleaming To The End Of Space And The Notched Spheres Eating Each Other's Rinds To The Last Tooth Of Time, And The Case Closed.

General Rules Have Been Legislated Into Being By Past Masters.