Long Before I Became 'rich

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

There Is A Loneliness In This World So Great That You Can See It In The Slow Movement Of The Hands Of A Clock

I'm Going To Open Another Vottle. Not A Vottle, But A Bottle. You Open It And I'll Drink It. And You Try To Write As Much As I Did Without Falling Off Of Your Chair.

Those Who Escape Hell However Never Talk About It And Nothing Much Bothers Them After That

Sometimes There's Luck, When There Is You Stock Up On It And Wait For The Other Times