You Can't Fight City Hall. It Keeps

Jumping From Boulder To Boulder And Never Falling, With A Heavy Pack, Is Easier Than It Sounds; You Just Can't Fall When You Get Into The Rhythm Of The Dance.

You Are The Equal Of The Idol Who Has Given You Your Inspiration

She Brooded And Bit Her Rich Lips: My Soul Began Its First Sink Into Her, Deep, Heady, Lost; Like Drowning In A Witches' Brew, Keltic, Sorcerous, Starlike.

Never Mistake Talking About Writing For Actual Writing.

I'm Not A Beatnik. I'm A Catholic.