Pain Is Absurd Because It Exists, Nothing

The Night Kept Coming On In And There Was Nothing I Could Do.

When I Was A Boy I Used To Dream Of Becoming The Village Idiot. I Used To Lie In Bed And Imagine Myself The Happy Idiot Able To Get Food Easily ...and Easy Sympathy, A Planned Confusion Of Not Too Much Love Or Effort. Some Would Claim That I Have Succeeded.

I Had No Freedom. I Had Nothing.

To Be Young Is The Only Religion.

I Am Going To Start Selling Air In Dark Orange Bags Marked: Moon-blooms