I Had Nothing To Offer Anybody Except

We Lay On Our Backs Looking At The Ceiling And Wondering What God Had Wrought When He Made Life So Sad And Disinclined.

Life Is Life, And Kind Is Kind

Man, Wow, There's So Many Things To Do, So Many Things To Write! How To Even Begin To Get It All Down And Without Modified Restraints And All Hung-up On Like Literary Inhibitions And Grammatical Fears.

Here I Was At The End Of America...no More Land...and Nowhere Was Nowhere To Go But Back

It Ain't Whatcha Write, It's The Way Atcha Write It.