People Run From Rain But Sit In

No Matter How Little A Man Has He Will Find That He Will Always Settle For Less.

Alcohol Is Probably One Of The Greatest Things To Arrive Upon The Earth - Alongside Of Me.

If You Can't Write The Next Line, Well, You're Dead. The Past Doesn't Matter.

We Waste Days Like Mad Blackbirds And Pray For Alcoholic Nightsour Silk-sick Human Smiles Wrap Around Us Like Somebody Else's Confetti

You Are On The Freeway Threading Through Traffic Now, Moving Both Towards Something And Towards Nothing At All As You Punch The Radio On And Get Mozart, Which Is Something, And You Will Somehow Get Through The Slow Days And The Busy Days And The Dull Days And The Hateful Days And The Rare Days, All Both So Delightful And So Disappointing Because We Are All So Alike And So Different.