If Your Way Of Life Is Writing,

Homer Must Have Felt This Pressure To Come Up With An Epic Poem That Would Sound Totally New To An Audience That Had Loved His Previous Best-seller.

Could You Visit Me In Dreams? That Would Cheer Me. Sweet To See Friends In The Night, However Short The Time.

Time Isn't Made Of Anything. It Is An Abstraction. Just A Meaning That We Impose Upon Motion.

Then A Miracle Occurred In The Form Of A Plate Of Sandwiches. Geryon Took Three And Buried His Mouth In A Delicious Block Of White Bread Filled With Tomatoes And Butter And Salt. He Thought About How Delicious It Was, How He Liked Slippery Foods, How Slipperiness Can Be Of Different Kinds. I Am A Philosopher Of Sandwiches, He Decided. Things Good On The Inside.

I Am Kind Of A Curmudgeonly Person, So I Don't Gravitate To Groups Or Traditions, Which Is Probably Just Pretentious Of Me.