I'm Not Aware That I Was Consciously

Earth Is A Homicide Victim. We Lose Our Children. There Are Wars. Disease. And God Comes Strolling By Like A Cosmic Billie Burke.

Your Thoughts Are Too Dull To Entertain.

I Lived In Georgetown In The Late 70s About Four Houses Down From The Steps.

Procrastination Is What We Often Call 'resistance.

We Mourn The Blossoms Of May Because They Are To Whither; But We Know That May Is One Day To Have Its Revenge Upon November, By The Revolution Of That Solemn Circle Which Never Stops - Which Teaches Us In Our Height Of Hope, Ever To Be Sober, And In Our Depth Of Desolation, Never To Despair.