We Must.. We Must Bring Our Own

I Write Right Off The Typer. I Call It My "machinegun." I Hit It Hard, Usually Late At Night While Drinking Wine And Listening To Classical Music On The Radio And Smoking Mangalore Ganesh Beedies.

It Didn't Pay To Trust Another Human Being. Humans Didn't Have It, Whatever It Took.

And Don't Forget: Time Is Meant To Be Wasted, Love Fails And Death Is Useless.

And The Color In My Eyes Has Gone Back Into The Sea.

If I'm An Ass, I Should Say So. If I Don't, Somebody Else Will. If I Say It First, That Disarms Them.