Even If You Are Not Ready For

At A Certain Moment In Social Proceedings, I Am On Fire To Leave: I Have A Leaving-fit.

Beware The Easy Griefs / That Fool And Fuel Nothing.

We Real Cool. We Left School. We Lurk Late. We Strike Straight. We Sing Sin. We Thin Gin. We Jazz June. We Die Soon.

This Is The Urgency: Live! And Have Your Blooming In The Noise Of The Whirlwind.

I Am A Writer Perhaps Because I Am Not A Talker.