Ask Her If She Still Keeps All

The True Poet Has No Choice Of Material. The Material Plainly Chooses Him, Not He It.

I Wouldn't Exactly Describe Her As Strictly Beautiful. She Knocked Me Out, Though.

Sensitive. That Killed Me. That Guy Morrow Was About As Sensitive As A Toilet Seat.

An Artist's Only Concern Is To Shoot For Some Kind Of Perfection, And On His Own Terms, Not Anyone Else's.

After I Go Out This Door, I May Only Exist In The Minds Of All My Acquaintances…i May Be An Orange Peel.