If You Own A Rug You Own

Books, Shmooks, This Sickness Has Got Me Wishing If I Can Ever Get Out Of This I'll Gladly Become A Millworker And Shut My Big Mouth.

I Just Won't Sleep," I Decided. There Were So Many Other Interesting Things To Do.

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

Keep It Kickwriting At All Costs Too, That Is, Write Only What Kicks You And Keeps You Overtime Awake From Sheer Mad Joy.

Holding Up My Purring Cat To The Moon. I Sighed.