Each Man's Hell Is In A Different

The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical And Mindless People.

She Was Consumed By 3 Simple Things: Drink, Despair, Loneliness; And 2 More: Youth And Beauty

I Am With The Roots Of Flowers Entwined, Entombed Sending Up My Passionate Blossoms As A Flight Of Rockets And Argument; Wine Churls My Throat, Above Me Feet Walk Upon My Brain, Monkies Fall From The Sky Clutching Photographs Of The Planets, But I Seek Only Music And The Leisure Of My Pain

My Part Of The Game Is That I Must Live The Best I Can.

I Still Have A Little Whiskey Left And Therefore A Chance.