It Is June. I Am Tired Of

... A Starving Man Doesn't Ask What The Meal Is.

The Silence Is Death. It Comes Each Day With Its Shock To Sit On My Shoulder, A White Bird, And Peck At The Black Eyes And The Vibrating Red Muscle Of My Mouth.

Letters Are False Really - They Are Expressions Of The Way You Wish You Were Instead Of The Way You Are.

Life Is A Trick, Life Is A Kitten In A Sack.

To Tell The Truth Days Are All The Same Size And Words Aren't Much Company.