Narcissus Weeps To Find That His Image

New York Is Full Of Abandoned Churches. A Godless City, But Full Of Superstitions On Every Subject--art, Money, Sex, Food, Health.

I Seldom Remember My Father, But I Sneeze And Rub My Nose The Way He Did. I Also Love My Son With Grief And Anger, As He Did.

Logic Teaches Rules For Presentation, Not Thinking.

The Rich Are Happier Than We Are, And Should Be.

I Would Like To Be A Figment Of My Own Imagination, But Belly And Bowels Will Not Permit.