What A Man Wants Is A Mate

Happy! That Is Indefinable As Far As States Of Being Go.

August Rain: The Best Of The Summer Gone, And The New Fall Not Yet Born. The Odd Uneven Time.

Oh What A Poet I Will Flay Myself Into.

I Felt Like A Racehorse In A World Without Racetracks.

Then I Thought, "no, I Broke It Myself. I Broke It On Purpose To Pay Myself Back For Being Such A Heel.