You Have My Soul And I Have

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms

Well, Death Says, As He Walks By, I'm Going To Get You Anyhow No Matter What You've Been: Writer, Cab-driver, Pimp, Butcher, Sky-diver, I'm Going To Get You

Do Some Living And Get Yourself A Typewriter.

I Never Write In The Daytime. It's Like Running Through The Shopping Mall With Your Clothes Off. Everybody Can See You. At Night ... That's When You Pull The Tricks ... Magic.

It’s When You Hide Things That You Choke On Them.