Whither Goest Thou, America, In Thy Shiny

And He Had A Nice Home In Ohio With Wife, Daughter, Christmas Tree, Two Cars, Garage, Lawn, Lawnmower, But He Couldn't Enjoy Any Of It Because He Really Wasn't Free. It Was Sadly True.

I Can't Think Of Anybody...who Knows The Sum And Substance Of What I Know And Feel And Cry About In My Secret Self All The Time When I Don't Feel Strong, The Sorrows Of Time And Personality, And Can Therefore On All Levels Make It All The Way With Me

In My Medicine Cabinet, The Winter Fly Has Died Of Old Age.

A Sociable Smile Is Nothing But A Mouth Full Of Teeth.

I See As Much As Doors'll Allow, Open Or Shut.