I Belong To This Notebook And This

The Echoes Of Beauty You've Seen Transpire, Resound Through Dying Coals Of A Campfire.

Some People Show Evil As A Great Racehorse Shows Breeding. They Have The Dignity Of A Hard Chancre.

Shooting Gives Me A Good Feeling. It Is Faster Than Baseball And You Are Out On One Strike.

The Fools Think I Am Writing Algebra But What I Am Really Writing Is Geometry.

All I Know Is That Young Boys Sleep Late And Hard.