We Walked Back To Ideath, Holding Hands.

We Looked Like A Parade Barely Moving Toward You Might Get Lost.

A Sombrero Fell Out Of The Sky And Landed On The Main Street Of Town In Front Of The Mayor, His Cousin, And A Person Out Of Work. The Day Was Scrubbed Clean By The Desert Air. The Sky Was Blue. It Was The Blue Of Human Eyes, Waiting For Something To Happen. There Was No Reason For A Sombrero To Fall Out Of The Sky. No Airplane Or Helicopter Was Passing Overhead And It Was Not A Religious Holiday.

He Learned About Life At Sixteen, First From Dostoevsky And Then From The Whores Of New Orleans.

There Are Not Too Many Fables About Man's Misuse Of Sunflower Seeds.

Reduce Intellectual And Emotional Noise Until You Arrive At The Silence Of Yourself And Listen To It.