She’s Mad, But She’s Magic.

Stay With The Beer. Beer Is Continuous Blood. A Continuous Lover.

Where Some God Pissed A Rain Of Reason To Make Things Grow Only To Die.

Some People Have Written That My Writing Has Helped Them Go On. It Has Helped Me Too. The Writing, The Roses, The 9 Cats.

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

When You Clean Up A City, You Destroy It.