I Was Lucky In The Sense That

Paper Acts As An Eraser On The Mind, As Soon As You Look At What You've Written.

What Are Children Anyway? Midget Drunks. They Greet You In The Morning By Kneeing You In The Face And Talking Gibberish. They Can't Even Walk Straight.

You're Never Going To Go. Why Would You Go? It's A Disgusting Place. It's Always Wet Even When It's Dry. There's Nothing There. Farmers Aren't Really People, You Know This. They're Just Necessary, We Need Somebody To Kill Cows.

I Write All The Time, But You Just Want To Be Careful What You Put Out. That's All. You Want To Have The Confidence That You've Done What You Need To Do To It, Because Otherwise It's An Exercise In Vanity.

I'll Have To Look Into [washington] D.c. A Bit More. I Know It's Given Over To The Administration And The Bureaucracy Connected To It. It's A Super-organism Of The American State. But There's Also A Parallel City In There Where Normal People Live.