Religion Is Like An Ice Cold Whiskey

The Only Decent Bone In Her Body Was Mine.

Write The Best Story That You Can And Write It As Straight As You Can.

We Ate Well And Cheaply And Drank Well And Cheaply And Slept Well And Warm Together And Loved Each Other.

There Were Many Words That You Could Not Stand To Hear And Finally Only The Names Of Places Had Dignity. Abstract Words Such As Glory, Honor, Courage, Or Hallow Were Obscene.

I Can't Stand It To Think My Life Is Going So Fast And I'm Not Really Living It.