Roaring Dreams Take Place In A Perfectly

Ray, What You Got To Do Is Go Climb A Mountain.

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities.

And The Story Of Love Is A Long Sad Tale Ending In Graves.

I Nudged Myself Closer To The Ledge And Closed My Eyes And Thought 'oh What A Life This Is, Why Do We Have To Be Born In The First Place, And Only So We Can Have Our Poor Gentle Flesh Laid Out To Such Impossible Horrors As Huge Mountains And Rock And Empty Space,' And With Horror I Remembered The Famous Zen Saying, 'when You Get To The Top Of A Mountain, Keep Climbing.' The Saying Made My Hair Stand On End; It Had Been Such Cute Poetry Sitting On Alvah's Straw Mats.

Details Are The Life Of Prose.