To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

2 P.m. Beer Nothing Matters But Flopping On A Mattress With Cheap Dreams And A Beer As The Leaves Die And The Horses Die And The Landladies Stare In The Halls; Brisk The Music Of Pulled Shades, A Last Man's Cave In An Eternity Of Swarm And Explosion; Nothing But The Dripping Sink, The Empty Bottle, Euphoria, Youth Fenced In, Stabbed And Shaven, Taught Words Propped Up To Die.

A Dry Period For Me Means Perhaps Going Two Or Three Nights Without Writing. I Probably Have Dry Periods But I'm Not Aware Of Them And I Go On Writing, Only The Writing Probably Isn't Much Good.

Love Iz A Big Fat Turkey And Every Day Iz Thanksgiving

Courts Are Places Where The Ending Is Written First And All That Precedes Is Simply Vaudeville.

My Flesh Looked Like It Wasn't Trying. It Looked Like It Hated Being Part Of Me.