Let' Em Learn Or Let'

Death Meant Little To Me. It Was The Last Joke In A Series Of Bad Jokes.

Writing Is Like Going To Bed With A Beautiful Woman And Afterwards She Gets Up, Goes To Her Purse And Gives Me A Handful Of Money.

I Grow Tired Of 18th Century Moralities In A 20th Century Space-atomic Age

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

I’ve Had So Many Knives Stuck Into Me, When They Hand Me A Flower I Can’t Quite Make Out What It Is. It Takes Time.