Peace Is Only Better Than War When

Free People Have A Serious Problem With Place, Being In A Place, Using Up A Place, Deciding Which New Place To Rotate To. Americans Ricochet Around The United States Like Billiard Balls.

Before, I Wandered As A Diversion. Now I Wander Seriously And Sit And Read As A Diversion.

Nothing Remains But Desire, And Desire Comes Howling Down Elysian Fields Like A Mistral.

Have You Noticed That Only In Time Of Illness Or Disaster Or Death Are People Real?

Hatred Strikes Me As One Of The Few Signs Of Life Remaining In The World. This Is Another Thing About The World Which Is Upsidedown: All The Friendly And Likable People Seem Dead To Me; Only The Haters Seem Alive.