To The Children And The Innocent It's

I Like Too Many Things And Get All Confused And Hung-up Running From One Falling Star To Another Till I Drop. This Is The Night, What It Does To You. I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except My Own Confusion.

Man, Wow, There's So Many Things To Do, So Many Things To Write! How To Even Begin To Get It All Down And Without Modified Restraints And All Hung-up On Like Literary Inhibitions And Grammatical Fears.

And Don't You Know That God Is Pooh Bear?

Houses Are Full Of Things That Gather Dust

The Truth Of The Matter Is We Don't Understand Our Women; We Blame On Them And It's All Our Fault.