I Can Weep Pretty Easily. I Can

Everything We Do, I'd Imagine, Influences Everything We Will Do.

I Offer Emily Half Of My Hit Of Acid- Love Saves The Day. It's My Second Or Third Time Tripping, Emily's First, And She's Understandably Trepid. Awake All Night, At One Point I Find Her Touching Her Reflection In A Cruelly Lit Dorm Bathroom, Asking If She'll Ever Be The Same. I Kiss Her Then For The First Time And Whisper, No.

Writers, Especially Poets, Are Particularly Prone To Madness.

The Attention One Gets From Being A Poet Isnt Great.

I Can Weep Pretty Easily. I Can Get Tears In My Eyes From A Beautiful Work Of Art.