I Used To Get Criticized For Putting

I Did Not Want To Live Out My Life In The Strenuous Effort To Hold A Ghost World Together. It Was Plain As The Stars That Time Herself Moved In Grand Tidal Sweeps Rather Than The Tick-tocks We Suffocate Within, And That I Must Reshape Myself To Fully Inhabit The Earth Rather Than Dawdle In The Sump Of My Foibles.

Nothing On My Trip Thus Far Was As I Expected Which Shows You That Rather Than Simply Read About The United States You Have To Log The Journey.

Birthdays Are Ghost Bounty Hunters That Track You Down To Ask, "que Pasa, Baby?

I'd Rather Get A Brain Tumor Than Go Back To Teaching.

Beware, O Wanderer, The Road Is Walking Too.