Life Is Too Tragic For Sadness: Let

Somewhere In The Depths Of Solitude, Beyond Wilderness And Freedom, Lay The Trap Of Madness.

In The Afternoon I Watch The Clouds Drift Past The Bald Peak Of Mount Tukuhnikivats. (someone Has To Do It.)

There Has Never Been A Day In My Life When I Was Not In Love.

But It Is A Writer's Duty To Write And Speak And Record The Truth, Always The Truth, No Matter Whom May Be Offended.

Despair Leads To Boredom, Electronic Games, Computer Hacking, Poetry And Other Bad Habits.