I Write Compulsively. I've Got So Many

A Little Old Lady Sitting At The Front Of The Bus Can Do Nothing To Change Civil Rights.

You're Not Getting This Back You Know. Consider It An Asshole Tax.

I'm Only Confrontational With My Friends.

You Could Stab A Knife Right Through My Heart And You'd Be Too Late.

In The World I See You Are Stalking Elk Through The Damp Canyon Forests Around The Ruins Of Rock Feller Center. You'll Wear Leather Clothes That Will Last You The Rest Of Your Life. You'll Climb The Wrist-thick Kudzu Vines That Wrap The Sears Towers. And When You Look Down, You'll See Tiny Figures Pounding Corn, Laying Stripes Of Venison On The Empty Car Pool Lane Of Some Abandoned Superhighways.