There Is More Than One Good Way

I Have Suffered The Atrocity Of Sunsets.

I Am What I Feel And Think And Do.

As I Lay On My Back In Bed Staring Up At The Blank, White Ceiling The Stillness Seemed To Grow Bigger And Bigger Until I Felt My Eardrums Would Burst With It.

Don't Let The Wicked City Get You Down.

One Thing, I Try To Be Honest. And What Is Revealed Is Often Rather Hideously Unflattering.