Poetry Is What Happens When Nothing Else

Death Is Nothing, Brother, It's Life That's Hard

Of Course, There Would Always Be Arguments. That Is The Nature Of Woman. They Like The Mutual Exchange Of Dirty Laundry, A Bit Of Screaming, A Bit Of Dramatics. Then An Exchange Of Vows.

I Don't Know About Other People, But When I Wake Up In The Morning And Put My Shoes On, I Think, Jesus Christ, Now What?

To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.