Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit

I Cannot Believe Such Monstrous Energy Of Grief Can Lead To Nothing!

Poor Grendel's Had An Accident. So May You All.

Find A Pile Of Gold And Sit On It.

We Read Five Words On The First Page Of A Really Good Novel And We Begin To Forget That We Are Reading Printed Words On A Page; We Begin To See Images.

Talking, Talking. Spinning A Web Of Words, Pale Walls Of Dreams, Between Myself And All I See.