Never Get Out Of Bed Before Noon.

Great Art Is Horseshit, Buy Tacos.

And It Seems People Should Not Build Houses Anymore It Seems People Should Stop Working And Sit In Small Rooms On Second Floors Under Electric Lights Without Shades; It Seems There Is A Lot To Forget And A Lot Not To Do And In Drugstores, Markets, Bars, The People Are Tired, They Do Not Want To Move, And I Stand There At Night And Look Through This House And The House Does Not Want To Be Built

It’s Never Quite Right, All The Things We Are Taught, All The Loves We Chase, All The Deaths We Die, All The Lives We Live.

Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up And Die.

I Stopped Looking For A Dream Girl, I Just Wanted One That Wasn't A Nightmare.