Watch For A Wild Boy Of No

The Devil Lives In A Double-shot", Roman Explains Himself Obscurely. "i Got A Great Worm Inside. Gnaws And Gnaws. Every Day I Drown Him And Every Day He Gnaws. Help Me Drown The Worm, Fellas.

He Was Falling Between Glacial Walls, He Didn't Know How Anyone Could Fall So Far Away From Everyone Else In The World. So Far To Fall, So Cold All The Way, So Steep And Dark Between Those Morphine-coloured Walls.

When We Get More Houses Than We Can Live In, More Cars Than We Can Ride In, More Food Than We Can Eat Ourselves, The Only Way Of Getting Richer Is By Cutting Off Those Who Don't Have Enough.

Thinking Of Poe, Thinking Of Mark Twain And Vachel Lindsay, Thinking Of Jack London And Tom Wolfe, One Begins To Feel There Is Almost No Way Of Becoming A Creative Writer In America Without Being A Loser.

And Never, Ever, No Matter What Else You Do In Your Whole Life, Never Sleep With Anyone Whose Troubles Are Worse Than Your Own.