There's Only One Man I've Called A

I May Be Writing Well, I May Be Writing Poorly, But I Enjoy The Act Of Writing And Sometimes When It Turns Out Okay, I Feel An Elation That Is Incomparable.

I Love Writing. I Like Reading, Other People, Not Myself.

I'll Miss It Until The Day I Die, And I'm Convinced To This Day That I Can Get On A Horse And Jump A Course Of Fences Satisfactorily. It Doesn't Leave You.

The Pivot Questionnaire That I Ask Other People, When I Have On Rare Occasion Answered It, The Answer To The Question, "what Turns You On?" Is Words. Not Mine, Other People's. Words, Words, Words, That's What Turns Me On.

Geniuses Always Think It's Easier Than We Make It Out To Be.