When A Hot Woman Meets A Hermit

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

They Looked As If Nothing Had Ever Touched Them--all Well-mothered, Protected, With A Soft Sheen Of Contentment. None Of Them Had Ever Been In Jail, Or Worked Hard With Their Hands, Or Even Gotten A Traffic Ticket. Skimmed-milk Jollies, The Whole Bunch.

I Don't Know If This Is True To You But For Me Sometimes It Gets So Bad That Anything Else Say Like Looking At A Bird On An Overhead Power Line Seems As Great As A Beethoven Symphony. Then You Forget It And You're Back Again.

Invent Yourself And Then Reinvent Yourself.

If I Bet On Humanity, I'd Never Cash A Ticket.