I Hope That Death Contains Less Than

If You Want To Create, You'll Create.

You Have My Soul And I Have Your Money

So, That’s What They Wanted: Lies. Beautiful Lies. That’s What They Needed. People Were Fools. It Was Going To Be Easy For Me.

The Role Of The Poet Is Almost Nothing...drearily Nothing. And When He Steps Outside Of His Boots And Tries To Get Tough As Our Dear Ezra [pound] Did, He Will Get His Pink Little Ass Slapped.

Her Eyes Always Had A Frantic, Lost Look. He Could Never Cure Her Eyes Of That.