Understand Death? Sure. That Was When The

Everybody Wants To Psychoanalyze Horror. They Don't Want To Psychoanalyze A Book Like Gay Talese's "sex With Your Neighbor" [sic] Or Something Like That. It's Pretty Much Accepted That Americans Should Be Interested In Who They're Diddling And How They're Doing It.

The Look Of The Sky As The Day's Blue Blood Runs Out Of Its Cheek.

Sorry Is The Kool-aid Of Human Emotions. It's What You Say When You Spill A Cup Of Coffee Or Throw A Gutter Ball When You're Bowling With The Girls In The League. True Sorrow Is As Rare As True Love.

But It's Hard For A Man To Give Up All His Pleasures, Even When They Don't Pleasure Him No More.

Like All Sweet Dreams, It Will Be Brief, But Brevity Makes Sweetness, Doesn't It?