Nothing Can Save You Except Writing. It

I Made Practice Runs Down To Skid Row To Get Ready For My Future.

When You Leave Your Typewriter You Leave Your Machine Gun And The Rats Come Pouring Through.

I Have Loved You Woman As Surely As I Have Named You Rust And Sand And Nylon.

I Was Drawn To All The Wrong Things: I Liked To Drink, I Was Lazy, I Didn't Have A God, Politics, Ideas, Ideals. I Was Settled Into Nothingness; A Kind Of Non-being, And I Accepted It. I Didn't Make For An Interesting Person. I Didn't Want To Be Interesting, It Was Too Hard. What I Really Wanted Was Only A Soft, Hazy Space To Live In, And To Be Left Alone.

They Swallow God Without Thinking, They Swallow Country Without Thinking. Soon They Forget How To Think, They Let Others Think For Them.