And The Story Of Love Is A

Absolutely No Way To Escape Enigmans.

Writing At Least Is A Silent Meditation Even Though You’re Going A Hundred Miles An Hour.

Between Incomprehensible And Incoherent Sits The Madhouse. I Am Not In The Madhouse.

It Was All Completely Serious, All Completely Hallucinated, All Completely Happy.

I Looked Up At The Dark Sky And Prayed To God For A Better Break In Life And A Better Chance To Do Something For The Little People I Loved.