I Write To Find Out What I

Education Is Hanging Around Until You've Caught On.

Freedom Is Slavery Some Poets Tell Us. Enslave Yourself To The Right Leader's Truth, Christ's Or Karl Marx', And It Will Set You Free.

Butterflies...flowers That Fly And All But Sing.

Two Roads Diverged In A Yellow Wood, And Sorry I Could Not Travel Both And Be One Traveler, Long I Stood And Looked Down One As Far As I Could To Where It Bent In The Undergrowth.

We're Either Nothing Or A God's Regret.