Birthdays Are Ghost Bounty Hunters That Track

The Days Are Stacked Against What We Think We Are.

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

The Old Fun Thing Is When Somebody Typed Up The First Chapter Of War And Peace. And Then Made A Precis Of The Rest Of It And Sent It Out And Only One Publisher Recognized It.

The Reason To Moderate Is To Avoid Having To Quit.

One Of The Curious Effects Of A Bad Hangover Is That You Think You're Wrong Whether You Are Or Not. Not Wrong In Particulars, But Wrong In General, Wrong About Everything.