When Asked, 'how Do You Write?' I

Oh Christ, He Groaned To Himself, If This Is The Stuff Adults Have To Think About I Never Want To Grow Up

Superstition, Like True Love, Needs Time To Grow And Reflect Upon Itself.

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

Flip-flop, Hippety-hop, Offa Your Rocker And Over The Top, Life's A Fiction And The World's A Lie, So Put On Some Creedence And Let's Get High.

What Jack Didn't Understand Was That No Matter Where He Went, The Same Asshole Got Off The Plane.