The World Is Full Of Boring, Identical

Drink From The Well Of Yourself And Begin Again.

The Writing Of Some Men Is Like A Vast Bridge That Carries You Over The Many Things That Claw And Tear. The Wine Of Forever

Was I The Only Person Who Was Distracted By This Future Without A Chance?

She Knew What She Wanted And It Wasn't / Me. / I Know More Women Like That Than Any / Other Kind.

I Wasn't Sleeping On The Streets At Night. Of Course, There Were A Lot Of Good People Sleeping In The Streets. They Weren't Fools, They Just Didn't Fit Into The Needed Machinery Of The Moment. And Those Needs Kept Altering.