The Stars Are Pears That No One

No One To Hate Except The Slim Fish Of Memory That Slides In And Out Of My Brain.

Mood Can Be As Important As Sense.

What A Lay Me Down This Is With Two Pink, Two Orange, Two Green, Two White Goodnights.

Writers Are Such Phonies: They Sometimes Have Wise Insights But They Don't Live By Them At All. That's What Writers Are Like...you Think They Know Something, But Usually They Are Just Messes.

The Grass As Bristly And Stout As Chives And Me Wondering When The Ground Will Break And Me Wondering How Anything Fragile Survives