Los Angeles Is A Constellation

The Only Faithfulness People Have Is To Emotions They're Trying To Recapture

Chicago Was A Town Where Nobody Could Forget How The Money Was Made. It Was Picked Up From Floors Still Slippery With Blood.

Decade After Decade, Artists Came To Paint The Light Of Provincetown, And Comparisons Were Made To The Lagoons Of Venice And The Marshes Of Holland, But Then The Summer Ended And Most Of The Painters Left, And The Long Dingy Undergarment Of The Gray New England Winter, Gray As The Spirit Of My Mood, Came Down To Visit.

The Paradox Is That No Love Can Prove So Intense As The Love Of Two Narcissists For Each Other.

God Is A Creator, Not A Law Giver.