It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves

Knowledge Is Knowing As Little As Possible.

You Are Yesterday's Bouquet So Sadly Raided

We Drove On And On, Past Little Villages And Both Good Things And Bad Things Were Happening To The People In Those Villages Too, But I Still Was Nothing But Arms And Ears And Eyes And Maybe There'd Be Either Some Good Luck For Me Or More Death Tomorrow.

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It

I Wasn't A Misanthrope And I Wasn't A Misogynist But I Liked Being Alone. It Felt Good To Sit Alone In A Small Space And Smoke And Drink. I Had Always Been Good Company For Myself.