The Only People For Me Are The

Because Anybody Can Write, But Not Everybody Invents New Forms Of Writing. Gertrude Stein Invented A New Form Of Writing And Her Imitators Are Just "talents."

The Bus Roared On. I Was Going Home In October. Everybody Goes Home In October.

The Closer You Get To Real Matter, Rock Air Fire And Wood, Boy, The More Spiritual The World Is.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies

Desolation, Desolation, I Owe So Much To Desolation.