When Asked, 'how Do You Write?' I

Fighting For Peace, Is Like F***ing For Chastity

If You Write (or Paint Or Dance Or Sculpt Or Sing, I Suppose), Someone Will Try To Make You Feel Lousy About It, That's All.

Until We See Each Other Again, Keep Your Head Together, Read Some Good Books, Be Useful, Be Happy.

... Suicide Gets In The Air Sometimes. Like A Cold Germ.

And When There Are Enough Outsiders Together In One Place, A Mystic Osmosis Takes Place And You're Inside.