When The Typewriter Stops In

It's Not The Possibility Of Stalinism In The U.s. That's Worrying Me, It's The Fact That The Stalinist C.p. Seems Doomed To Fail And To Bring Down With It All The Humanitarian Tendencies I Personally Believe In--all The While Acting As A Mould On Which Its Obverse The Fascist Mentality Is Made--and This Recent Massacre Is Certainly A Sign Of Stalinism's Weakness Not Of Its Strength. None Of That Has Anything To Do With Marx's Work--but It Certainly Does Influence One's Attitude Towards A Given Political Party.

Why, Lies Are Like A Sticky Juice Overspreading The World, A Living, Growing Flypaper To Catch And Gum The Wings Of Every Human Soul. . . And The Little Helpless Buzzings Of Honest, Liberal, Kindly People, Aren't They Like The Thin Little Noise Flies Make When They're Caught?

I Never See The Dawn That I Don't Say To Myself Perhaps.

Sex Is A Slotmachine.

We're Headed For Collapse, If You Want My Opinion, Missy. I Can See It In The Fallin' Off Of The Quality Of Vagrants. There Was Atime You Could Find Real Good Company In Almost Any Jungle You'd Pick, Men Who Could Talk, Men Who'd Read A Book Now And Then; And Now, What Do You Find, A Lot Of Dirty Little Guttersnipes No Decent Tramp Would Want To Associate With. Well, It's Been That Way All Through History.