Long Ago, Among Other Lies They Were

The Empty, The Angry, The Lonely, The Tricked, We Are All Museums Of Fear.

Modern Women ... They Don't Sew Your Pockets ... Forget That.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

To Not To Have Entirely Wasted One’s Life Seems To Be A Worthy Accomplishment, If Only For Myself.

I Couldn't Get Myself To Read The Want Ads. The Thought Of Sitting In Front Of A Man Behind A Desk And Telling Him That I Wanted A Job, That I Was Qualified For A Job, Was Too Much For Me. Frankly, I Was Horrified By Life, At What A Man Had To Do Simply In Order To Eat, Sleep, And Keep Himself Clothed. So I Stayed In Bed And Drank. When You Drank The World Was Still Out There, But For The Moment It Didn't Have You By The Throat.