Mere Fact Has No Chance Of Being

I Would Never Write About Someone That Forced Me To Write At A Lower Register Than What I Can Write.

When It Comes To Flying, I Am A Nervous Passenger But A Confident Drinker And Valium-swallower.

Someone Watches Over Us When We Write. Mother. Teacher. Shakespeare. God.

So I Am Lonely, But Not Alone, Like Everybody Else.

Who Would Want The Socialist Utopia? Especially If You Were At All Artistic - You Want All Those Inequalities, Because That's What Makes Life Interesting.