Then I Lie Down On

Is Where You're From The Place You're Leaving Or Where You Have Roots?

Even As Your Body Betrays You, Your Mind Denies It.

How Hard Can It Be To Find A Girl And An Elephant For Christ's Sake?

He Stares At Me, And Then Leans Back In His Chair. "he's Ill, Jacob." I Say Nothing. "he's A Paragon Schnitzophonic." "he's What?!" "paragon Schnitzophonic," Repeats Uncle Al. "you Mean Paranoid Schizophrenic?" "sure. Whatever. But The Bottom Line Is He's Mad As A Hatter.

At This Moment, The Story In His Head Was Perfect. He Also Knew From Experience That It Would Degenerate The Second He Started Typing, Because Such Was The Nature Of Writing.