There Are Fewer Things More

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.

A Man Today Never Feels So Alive As When He Is Hurtling From One Point To Another On The Azimuth.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.