For Life Is Holy And

Scribbled Secret Notebooks, And Wild Typewritten Pages, For Yr Own Joy

Eager For Bread And Love.

We All Agree It's Too Big To Keep Up With, That We're Surrounded By Life, That We'll Never Understand It, So We Center It All In By Swigging Scotch From The Bottle And When It's Empty I Run Out Of The Car And Buy Another One, Period.

Somewhere Along The Line, The Pearl Would Be Handed To Me.

A Scene Should Be Selected By The Writer For Haunted-ness-of-mind Interest. If You're Not Haunted By Something, As By A Dream, A Vision, Or A Memory, Which Are Involuntary, You're Not Interested Or Even Involved.