You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk

Whatever That ["transfiguration" By Bob Dylan] Means, It's True That The Poetic Brilliance Of The Early Career Would Never Really Reappear.

Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will Not Follow You.

I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

Even I Don't Know What I'm Saying Most Of The Time.

The World Of Research Has Gone Berserk. Too Much Paper Work.