Those Who Say They Want To Be

Got Tight On Absinthe Last Night. Did Knife Tricks.

Today Is Only One Day In All The Days That Will Ever Be.

All The Critics Who Could Not Make Their Reputations By Discovering You Are Hoping To Make Them By Predicting Hopefully Your Approaching Impotence, Failure And General Drying Up Of Natural Juices. Not A One Will Wish You Luck Or Hope That You Will Keep On Writing Unless You Have Political Affiliations In Which Case These Will Rally Around And Speak Of You And Homer, Balzac, Zola And Link Steffens.

I Do Not Need To Get Used To Your Silence. I Already Know It. I Quite Possibly Love All Of It.

You're Awfully Dark, Brother," He Said. "you Don't Know How Dark.