Nothing Stinks Like A Pile Of Unpublished

I May Never Be Happy, But Tonight I Am Content.

To Annihilate The World By Annihilation Of Oneself Is The Deluded Height Of Desperate Egoism.

Like A Cat I Have Nine Times To Die.

When They Asked Me What I Wanted To Be I Said I Didn’t Know. "oh, Sure You Know," The Photographer Said. "she Wants," Said Jay Cee Wittily, "to Be Everything.

Ash, Ash —- You Poke And Stir. Flesh, Bone, There Is Nothing There—— A Cake Of Soap, A Wedding Ring, A Gold Filling. Herr God, Herr Lucifer Beware Beware. Out Of The Ash I Rise With My Red Hair And I Eat Men Like Air.