Love Is A Fog That Burns With

A Yet Women -good Women- Frightened Me Because They Eventually Wanted Your Soul, And What Was Left Of Mine, I Wanted To Keep. Basically I Craved Prostitutes, Base Women, Because They Were Deadly And Hard And Made No Personal Demands. Nothing Was Lost When They Left. Yet At The Same Time I Yearned For A Gentle, Good Woman, Despite The Overwhelming Price.

I Don't Remember Going To Bed, But In The Morning, There I Was.

"baby," I Said. "i'm A Genius But Nobody Knows It But Me."

There Is Enough Treachery , Hatred Violence Absurdity In The Average Human Being To Supply Any Given Army On Any Given Day

You Don't Go On "probably" When Love And Guns Are In Hand.