I Found God In Myself And I

I Am Gonna Write Poems Til I Die And When I Have Gotten Outta This Body I Am Gonna Hang Round In The Wind And Knock Over Everybody Who Got Their Feet On The Ground.

I Usedta Live In The World Really Be In The World Free & Sweet Talkin Good Mornin & Thank-you & Nice Day Uh Huh I Cant Now I Cant Be Nice To Nobody Nice Is Such A Rip-off Regular Beauty & A Smile In The Street Is Just A Set-up

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.

Novels Allow Me To Create A Whole World.