Work From Pithy Middle Eye Out, Swimming

It Was My Dream That Screwed Up, The Stupid Hearthside Idea That It Would Be Wonderful To Follow One Great Red Line Across America Instead Of Trying Various Roads And Routes.

If Critics Say Your Work Stinks It's Because They Want It To Stink And They Can Make It Stink By Scaring You Into Conformity With Their Comfortable Little Standards. Standards So Low That They Can No Longer Be Considered "dangerous" But Set In Place In Their Compartmental Understandings.

Beautiful Insane In The Rain

I'd Sleep And Forget It; I Had My Own Life, My Own Sad And Ragged Life Forever.

Scribbled Secret Notebooks, And Wild Typewritten Pages, For Yr Own Joy