Walking On Water Wasn't Built In A

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

I Realized These Were All The Snapshots Which Our Children Would Look At Someday With Wonder, Thinking Their Parents Had Lived Smooth, Well-ordered Lives And Got Up In The Morning To Walk Proudly On The Sidewalks Of Life, Never Dreaming The Raggedy Madness And Riot Of Our Actual Lives, Our Actual Night, The Hell Of It, The Senseless Emptiness.

This Is The Story Of America. Everybody's Doing What They Think They're Supposed To Do.

The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, Buy That Boy.

Goddamn It, Feeling Is What I Like In Art, Not Craftiness And The Hiding Of Feelings.