My Idea Of Hell Is To Be

Nobody Can Live On A Bridge Or Plant Potatoes But It Is Fine For Comings And Goings, Meetings, Partings And Long Views And A Real Connection To Someplace Else Where You May In The Crazy Weathers Of Struggle How And Again Want To Be.

I Think That If You Use Something From You Life In Fiction, It Metamorphosizes Into Something Strange And Different. Afterward It Is Hard To Tell What Actually Was Part Of Your Life And What Is Part Of The Story Of The Fictional Character.

Remember That Every Son Had A Mother Whose Beloved Son He Was, And Every Woman Had A Mother Whose Beloved Son She Wasn't.

Love Says, Mine. Love Says, I Could Eat You Up. Love Says, Stay As You Are, Be My Own Private Thing, Don't You Dare Have Ideas I Don't Share. Love Has Just Got To Gobble The Other, Bones And All, Crunch. I Don't Want To Do That. I Sure Don't Want It Done To Me!

A New Idea Is Rarely Born Like Venus Attended By Graces. More Commonly It's Modeled Of Baling Wire And Acne. More Commonly It Wheezes And Tips Over.