Too Often, The Only Escape Is Sleep

I Remember Awakening One Morning And Finding Everything Smeared With The Color Of Forgotten Love.

Bad Taste Creates Many More Millionaires Than Good Taste.

The People Are The Biggest Horror Show On Earth, Have Been For Centuries.

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It

I Can't Think Of Any Poet-recluses Outside Of One Dead Jeffers. [robinson Jeffers] The Rest Of Them Want To Slobber Over Each Other And Hug Each Other. It Appears To Me That I Am The Last Of The Poet-recluses.