I Shall Have More To Say When

Are We No Greater Than The Noise We Make Along One Blind Atomic Pilgrimage Whereon By Crass Chance Billeted We Go Because Our Brains And Bones And Cartilage Will Have It So?

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

Where's The Need Of Singing Now?

This Morning I Deleted The Hyphen From "hell-bound" And Made It One Word; This Afternoon I Redivided It And Restored The Hyphen.

I Am Living On Hope And Faith ... A Pretty Good Diet When The Mind Will Receive Them.