I Just Trust People And They Sense

Spirit Is Life. It Flows Thru The Death Of Me Endlessly Like A River Unafraid Of Becoming The Sea.

A Fat Reichian Wife Screeching Over Potatoes Get A Job! And Five Nose Running Brats In Love With Batman

I Remember The People I Knew In Prison; I Was Very Fortunate To Know Them - They Came From 1910, 1920, 1930.

I Think Of New York City Lost In Stars Forgotten As A Blue Haired Pet Of Childhood Love Tonight The Night Is Full.

But When The Conquered Spirit Breaks Free And Indicates A New Light Who'll Take Care Of The Cats?