I Walk Into The Kitchen,

Hemingway And Saroyan Had The Line, The Magic Of It. The Problem Was That Hemingway Didn't Know How To Laugh And Saroyan Was Filled With Sugar.

There Is Moss On The Walls And The Stain Of Thought And Failure And Waiting

In My Next Life I Want To Be A Cat. To Sleep 20 Hours A Day And Wait To Be Fed. To Sit Around Licking My Ass.

Those Faces You See Every Day On The Streets Were Not Created Entirely Without Hope: Be Kind To Them: Like You They Have Not Escaped.

Life Itself Is Not The Miracle. That Pain Should Be So Constant, That's The Miracle -