Who Has Good Luck Is Good, Who

On Thinking About Hell, I Gather My Brother Shelley Found It Was A Place Much Like The City Of London. I Who Live In Los Angeles And Not In London Find, On Thinking About Hell, That It Must Be Still More Like Los Angeles.

To Live Means To Finesse The Processes To Which One Is Subjugated.

The Rain Never Falls Upwards. When The Wound Stops Hurting What Hurts Is The Scar.

As Regards Obstacles, The Shortest Distance Between Two Points Can Be A Curve.

Oh Why Do We Not Say The Important Things, It Would Be So Easy, And We Are Damned Because We Do Not.