If The End Does Not Justify The

I Always Write With My .357 Magnum Handy. Why? Well, You Never Know When God May Try To Interfere.

Places: A Cold, Bleak, Lonely Day On The Rim At Muley Point, Utah. And The Heart-cracking Loveliness Of The Blood-smeared, Bitter, Incomprehensible Slaughterhouse Of A World.

In Social Affairs, I'm An Optimist. I Really Do Believe That Our Military- Industrial Civilization Will Soon Collapse.

Saving The World Is Only A Hobby. Most Of The Time I Do Nothing.

The Very Poor Are Strictly Materialistic. It Takes Money To Be A Mystic.