My Life Is A Vast Inconsequential Epic.

Suppose We Suddenly Wake Up And See That What We Thought To Be This And That, Ain't This And That At All?

Way Far Back In The Beginning Of The World Was The Whirlwind Warning That We Could All Be Blown Away Like Chips And Cry- Men With Tired Eyes Realize It Now, And Wait To Deform And Decay- With Maybe They Have The Power Of Love Yet In Their Hearts Just The Same, I Just Don't Know What That Word Means Anymore- All I Want Is An Ice Cream Cone

It Is Possible For The Human Spirit To Win After All.

Never Mistake Talking About Writing For Actual Writing.

It Was My Dream That Screwed Up, The Stupid Hearthside Idea That It Would Be Wonderful To Follow One Great Red Line Across America Instead Of Trying Various Roads And Routes.