There Is A Loneliness In This World

There's A Small Balcony Here, The Door Is Open And I Can See The Lights Of The Cars On The Harbor Freeway South, They Never Stop, That Roll Of Lights, On And On. All Those People. What Are They Doing? What Are They Thinking? We're All Going To Die, All Of Us, What A Circus! That Alone Should Make Us Love Each Other But It Doesn't.

We Don’t Even Ask Happiness, Just A Little Less Pain.

I Have Loved You Woman As Surely As I Have Named You Rust And Sand And Nylon.

Never Get Out Of Bed Before Noon.

Gradually I Came To Realize That My Understanding Of Women Goes Only As Far As The Pleasure Is Concerned.