You Never Even Worried, With Jane, Whether

We Are, All Four Of Us, Blood Relatives, And We Speak A Kind Of Esoteric, Family Language, A Sort Of Semantic Geometry In Which The Shortest Distance Between Any Two Points Is A Fullish Circle.

I Just Never Felt So Fantastically Rocky In My Entire Life.

I’m Just Sick Of Ego, Ego, Ego. My Own And Everybody Else’s. I’m Sick Of Everybody That Wants To Get Somewhere, Do Something Distinguished And All, Be Somebody Interesting. It’s Disgusting.

How Long Should A Man's Legs Be? Long Enough To Touch The Ground.

The Sentence Im Reading Is Terrific.