I Think I Need A Drink.' 'almost

I Lie As Truthfully As I Can.

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

The Crowd Is The Gathering Place Of The Weakest; True Creation Is A Solitary Act.

The Dog Approached Again, Cautiously. I Found The Bologna Sandwich, Ripped Off A Chunk, Wiped The Cheap Watery Mustard Off, Then Placed It On The Sidewalk. The Dog Walked Up To The Bit Of Sandwich, Put His Nose To It, Sniffed, Then Turned And Walked Off. This Time He Didn't Look Back. He Accelerated Down The Street. No Wonder I Had Been Depressed All My Life. I Wasn't Getting Proper Nourishment.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )