All Human Desire Is Poised On An

I Mean, Every Thought Starts Over, So Every Expression Of A Thought Has To Do The Same. Every Accuracy Has To Be Invented... I Feel I Am Blundering In Concepts Too Fine For Me.

Death . . . And Now You Are Here To Fight For This Woman. You Know Her Promise Is Given. She Has To Die Or Her Husband Won't Go Free. Apollo Relax, I'm Not Breaking Any Laws. Death Why The Bow, If You're Breaking No Laws? Apollo I Always Carry A Bow, It's My Trademark.

The Self Forms At The Edge Of Desire, And A Science Of Self Arises In The Effort To Leave That Self Behind.

When I Began To Be Published, People Got The Idea That I Should 'teach Writing,' Which I Have No Idea How To Do And Don't Really Believe In.

Meanwhile Music Pounded / Across Hearts Opening Every Valve To The Desperate Drama Of Being / A Self In A Song.