When All Else Fails, Give Up And

When Asked, "how Do You Write?" I Invariably Answer, "one Word At A Time," And The Answer Is Invariably Dismissed. But That Is All It Is. It Sounds Too Simple To Be True, But Consider The Great Wall Of China, If You Will: One Stone At A Time, Man. That's All. One Stone At A Time. But I've Read You Can See That Motherfucker From Space Without A Telescope.

If It's Ok To Register Cars And License Drivers, Why Is It Not Ok To Impose Similar Legal Responsibilities On Gun Owners?

And Will I Tell You That These Three Lived Happily Ever After? I Will Not, For No One Ever Does. But There Was Happiness. And They Did Live.

The Act Of Writing Itself Is Done In Secret, Like Masturbation.

Busy As A One Legged Man In An Ass Kicking Contest.