And Did You Get What You Wanted

Something’s Died In Me,” She Goes. “it Took A Long Time For It To Do It, But It’s Dead. You’ve Killed Something, Just Like You’d Took An Axe To It. Everything Is Dirt Now.

Happiness. It Comes On Unexpectedly. And Goes Beyond, Really, Any Early Morning Talk About It.

I'm Moving To Nevada. Either There Or Kill Myself.

Remember Haydn's 104 Symphonies. Not All Of Them Were Great. But There Were 104 Of Them.

Anyone Can Express Himself Or Herself, But What Writers And Poets Want To Do In Their Work, More Than Simply Express Themselves, Is Communicate.