Also, He Was Smoking A Cigar, And

You Have, Like The External World, Your Own Phenomena Inside.

With One Long Breath, Caught And Held In His Chest, He Fought His Sadness Over His Solitary Life. Don't Cry, You Idiot! Live Or Die, But Don't Poison Everything.

In Expressing Love We Belong Among The Undeveloped Countries.

...is The Carbon Molecule Lined With Thought?

I've Discovered That Rejections Are Not Altogether A Bad Thing. They Teach A Writer To Rely On His Own Judgment And To Say In His Heart Of Hearts, 'to Hell With You.'