I Write For No Other Purpose Than

A Bone To The Dog Is Not Charity. Charity Is The Bone Shared With The Dog, When You Are Just As Hungry As The Dog.

. . . And God Knows We Are Sensitive To The Suffering That Has Sometimes Broken Loose To Come Billowing Forth From Your Appendages Like The Pungent Vapors Of Whales - Often It Appears That In This Life Of Experience And Accommodation We Pay Just As Dearly For Our Triumphs As We Do For Our Defeats. But Sissy . . . Hold On!

Pursuit And Possession Are Accompanied By States Of Consciousness So Wide Apart That They Can Never Be United.

They Were Firemakers! They Were Gods! [humans]

More You Drink More You Want