Don’t Wait To Be Hunted

Any Fool Can Turn A Blind Eye But Who Knows What The Ostrich Sees In The Sand.

To-morrow, When I Wake, Or Think I Do, What Shall I Say Of To-day?

An Imaginative Adventure Does Not Enjoy The Same Corsets As Reportage.

Personally Of Course I Regret Everything. Not A Word, Not A Deed, Not A Thought, Not A Need, Not A Grief, Not A Joy, Not A Girl, Not A Boy, Not A Doubt, Not A Trust, Not A Scorn, Not A Lust, Not A Hope, Not A Fear, Not A Smile, Not A Tear, Not A Name, Not A Face, No Time, No Place...that I Do Not Regret, Exceedingly. An Ordure, From Beginning To End.

Don’t Wait To Be Hunted To Hide, That Was Always My Motto.