The Gray Glaze Of The Past Attacks

The Mind Is So Hospitable, Taking In Everything Like Boarders, And You Don't See Until It's All Over How Little There Was To Learn Once The Stench Of Knowledge Has Dissipated.

In The Evening Everything Has A Schedule, If You Can Find Out What It Is.

What Is The Past, What Is It All For? A Mental Sandwich?

I Lost My Ridiculous Accent Without Acquiring Another

I Listen To Music A Great Deal. In A Way, It's Trying To Express Things That Can't Be Expressed In Words. That's Something That Interests Me, Too. Even Though I Use Words To Express Myself, I Am Trying To, It Seems To Me, Get Beyond That.