I Am A Dolt Of A Man,

I Have One Problem, I Don’t Hate People. They Disgust Me And I Want To Get Away From Them. I Do Not Have Hatred. I Have An Escape Mechanism.

I Knew It Would Be You

The Courage It Took To Get Out Of Bed Each Morning To Face The Same Things Over And Over Was Enormous.

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

Unless The Sun Inside You Is Burning Your Gut, Don't Do It