I'm Writing This Book Because We're All

Something That You Feel Will Find Its Own Form.

Happy. Just In My Swim Shorts, Barefooted, Wild-haired, In The Red Fire Dark, Singing, Swigging Wine, Spitting, Jumping, Running - That's The Way To Live. All Alone And Free In The Soft Sands Of The Beach.

Ah Japhy You Taught Me The Final Lesson Of Them All, You Can't Fall Off A Mountain.

He Seems To Me To Be Headed For His Ideal Fate, Which Is Compulsive Psychosis Dashed With A Jigger Of Psychopathic Irresponsibility And Violence

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.