Men Tighten The Knot Of Confusion Into

I Do Not Know Much About Gods; But I Think That The River Is A Strong Brown God-sullen, Untamed And Intractable.

We Are The Hollow Men We Are The Stuffed Men Leaning Together...

Sand. Everywhere. In The Bed, In The Shower, All Over The Floor. Grrrrr.

The Young Feel Tired At The End Of An Action, The Old At The Beginning.

Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks By A Thousand Ways.