My Job ... I Do Nothing, It

Just Once In My Life--oh, When Have I Ever Wanted Anything Just Once In My Life?

Look At Me. My Concerns-are They Spiritual, Do You Think, Or Carnal? Come On. We've Read Our Shakespeare.

In My Head There's A Broken Balcony I Fall Off Of When I Speak.

I Could Claim Any Number Of High-flown Reasons For Writing, Just As You Can Explain Certain Dogs Behavior... But Maybe, It’s That They’re Dog, And That’s What Dogs Do.

He Wondered How We Know That What Happens To Us Isn't Good.