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The Bookstore Was A Parking Lot For Used Graveyards. Thousands Of Graveyards Were Parked In Rows Like Cars. Most Of The Books Were Out Of Print, And No One Wanted To Read Them Any More And The People Who Had Read The Books Had Died Or Forgotten About Them, But Through The Organic Process Of Music The Books Had Become Virgins Again.

In A Cafe" I Watched A Man In A Cafe Fold A Slice Of Bread As If He Were Folding A Birth Certificate Or Looking At The Photograph Of A Dead Lover.

God-forsaken Is Beautiful, Too.

The Pill Versus The Springhill Mine Disaster When You Take Your Pill It's Like A Mine Disaster. I Think Of All The People Lost Inside You.

You've Got Some 'star-spangled' Nails In Your Coffin, Kid. That's What They've Done For You, Son.