Intellectuals Say Simple Things In Difficult Ways.

I'm Too Careless. I Don't Put Out Enough Effort. I'm Tired.

Oh, I Don’t Mean You’re Handsome, Not The Way People Think Of Handsome. Your Face Seems Kind. But Your Eyes - They’re Beautiful. They’re Wild, Crazy, Like Some Animal Peering Out Of A Forest On Fire.

I Am Not Like Other People. I Am Burning In Hell. The Hell Of Myself.

My Youth, One Time, That Time I Knew Even Through The Nothingness, It Was A Celebration Of Something Not To Do But Only Know.

It’s Nice Enough To Make A Man Weep, But I Don’t Weep, Do You?