If There Are Junk Yards In Hell,

I Read My Books At Night, Like That, Under The Quilt With The Overheated Reading Lamp. Reading All Those Good Lines While Suffocating. It Was Magic.

People In Love Often Become Edgy, Dangerous. They Lose Their Sense Of Perspective.

Only The Boring Get Bored

People Run From Rain But Sit In Bathtubs Full Of Water.

When I Was A Boy I Used To Dream Of Becoming The Village Idiot. I Used To Lie In Bed And Imagine Myself The Happy Idiot Able To Get Food Easily ...and Easy Sympathy, A Planned Confusion Of Not Too Much Love Or Effort. Some Would Claim That I Have Succeeded.