Well, One Gets Out Of Bed And

My Business Is Words. Words Are Like Labels, Or Coins, Or Better, Like Swarming Bees.

The Soul Was Not Cured, It Was As Full As A Clothes Closet Of Dresses That Did Not Fit.

Being Kissed On The Back Of The Knee Is A Moth At The Windowscreen.

I Burn The Way Money Burns.

I Am Your Dwarf. I Am The Enemy Within. I Am The Boss Of Your Dreams. See. Your Hand Shakes. It Is Not Palsy Or Booze. It Is Your Doppelganger Trying To Get Out. Beware...beware...