Let' Em Learn Or Let' Em Die

Why Did I Come Here? I Thought. Why Is It Always Only A Matter Of Choosing Between Something Bad And Something Worse?

Pretty Words, As Pretty Women, Wrinkle Up And Die.

Love Is A Form Of Prejudice. I Have Too Many Other Prejudices.

One Can Never Be Sure Whether It's Good Poetry Or Bad Acid

Meanwhile The 3 A.m. Drunks Of The World Would Lay In Their Beds, Trying In Vain To Sleep, And Deserving That Rest, If They Could Find It.