I Am Too Sick To Lay Down

Bad Taste Creates Many More Millionaires Than Good Taste.

It Began As A Mistake.

There's A Bluebird In My Heart That Wants To Get Out But I'm Too Tough For Him, I Say, Stay In There, I'm Not Going To Let Anybody See You.

We Sat There Smoking Cigarettes At 5 In The Morning.

I Write Right Off The Typer. I Call It My "machinegun." I Hit It Hard, Usually Late At Night While Drinking Wine And Listening To Classical Music On The Radio And Smoking Mangalore Ganesh Beedies.