Gin And Drugs, Dear Lady, Gin And

Philosophy: A Purple Bullfinch In A Lilac Tree.

In A World Of Fugitives The One Who Stays Home Will Seem To Be Running Away

Death Has A Hundred Hands And Walks By A Thousand Ways.

I Say To You: Make Perfect Your Will. / I Say: Take No Thought Of The Harvest, / But Only Of Proper Sowing.

No! I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be: Am An Attendant Lord, One That Will Do To Swell A Progress, Start A Scene Or Two, Advise The Prince.