...do You Think God Made

Cliches Are Truisms And All Truisms Are True

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

I'd Rather Be Thin Than Famous But I'm Fat Paste That In Your Broadway Show

Man Lowers His Head And Lunges Into Civilization, Forgetting The Days Of His Infancy When He Sought Truth In A Snowflake Or A Stick. Man Forgets The Wisdom Of The Child.

She Brooded And Bit Her Rich Lips: My Soul Began Its First Sink Into Her, Deep, Heady, Lost; Like Drowning In A Witches' Brew, Keltic, Sorcerous, Starlike.