Since Some People Had Told

Intellectuals Say Simple Things In Difficult Ways. Artists Say Difficult Things In Simple Ways.

My Heart Is A Thousand Years Old. I Am Not Like Other People.

I Could See The Road Ahead Of Me. I Was Poor And I Was Going To Stay Poor. But I Didn't Particularly Want Money. I Didn't Know What I Wanted. Yes, I Did. I Wanted Someplace To Hide Out, Someplace Where One Didn't Have To Do Anything. The Thought Of Being Something Didn't Only Appall Me, It Sickened Me . . . To Do Things, To Be Part Of Family Picnics, Christmas, The 4th Of July, Labor Day, Mother's Day . . . Was A Man Born Just To Endure Those Things And Then Die? I Would Rather Be A Dishwasher, Return Alone To A Tiny Room And Drink Myself To Sleep.

We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5 In The Morning.

Sexual Intercourse Is Kicking Death In The Ass While Singing.