I Really Think I Write About Everyday

Some Tiny Creature, Mad With Wrath, Is Coming Nearer On The Path.

I Don't Know What It Is I'm Doing. But It's Not That. Despite All Evidence To The Contrary.

I Realize That Homosexuality Is A Serious Problem For Anyone Who Is - But Then, Of Course, Heterosexuality Is A Serious Problem For Anyone Who Is, Too. And Being A Man Is A Serious Problem And Being A Woman Is, Too. Lots Of Things Are Problems.

If You're Doing Nonsense It Has To Be Rather Awful, Because There'd Be No Point. I'm Trying To Think If There's Sunny Nonsense. Sunny, Funny Nonsense For Children — Oh, How Boring, Boring, Boring. As Schubert Said, There Is No Happy Music. And That's True, There Really Isn't. And There's Probably No Happy Nonsense, Either.

There Was A Young Lady Named Mae Who Smoked Without Stopping All Day; As Pack Followed Pack, Her Lungs First Turned Black, And Eventually Rotted Away.