You Are What You Think About All

What Sphinx Of Cement And Aluminium Bashed Open Their Skulls And Ate Up Their Brains And Imagination

The Apparition Of An Evil, Sick Unconscious Wild City Rose Before Me In Visible Semblance, And About The Dead Buildings In The Barren Air, The Bodies Of The Soul That Built The Wonderland Shuffled And Stalked And Stalked And Lurched In Attitudes Of Immemorial Nightmare All Around.

Poets Are Damned... But See With The Eyes Of Angels.

My Own Experience Is That A Certain Kind Of Genius Among Students Is Best Brought Out In Bed.

America, I've Given You All And Now I'm Nothing.