And Nobody Knows What’s Going

The Four Inevitabilities: 1. Musty Books. 2. Uninteresting Nature. 3. Dull Existence. 4. Blank Nirvana, Buy That Boy.

I Can't Think Of Anybody...who Knows The Sum And Substance Of What I Know And Feel And Cry About In My Secret Self All The Time When I Don't Feel Strong, The Sorrows Of Time And Personality, And Can Therefore On All Levels Make It All The Way With Me

I See As Much As Doors'll Allow, Open Or Shut.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

The Taste Of Rain -- Why Kneel?