My Trouble Is I'm The

How Can A Man Learn Navigation Where There's No Rudder?

In My Plays I Want To Look At Life At The Commonplace Of Existence As If We Had Just Turned A Corner And Run Into It For The First Time.

How Nature Loves The Incomplete. She Knows If She Drew A Conclusion It Would Finish Her.

One Day I Shall Burst My Bud Of Calm And Blossom Into Hysteria.

The Moon Is Nothing But A Circumambulating Aphrodisiac Divinely Subsidized To Provoke The World Into A Rising Birth-rate