Perhaps One Did Not Want To Be

The Stars Are A Free Show; It Don’t Cost Anything To Use Your Eyes

Why Was It That They Could Never Shout Like That About Anything That Mattered?

Advertising Is The Rattling Of A Stick Inside A Swill Bucket.

For A Second, Two Seconds, They Had Exchanged An Equivocal Glance, And That Was The End Of The Story. But Even That Was A Memorable Event, In The Locked Loneliness In Which One Had To Live.

The Essence Of Being Human Is That One Does Not Seek Perfection.