Here I Was At The End Of

I Came To A Point Where I Needed Solitude And Just Stop The Machine Of ‘thinking’ And ‘enjoying’ What They Call ‘living’, I Just Wanted To Lie In The Grass And Look At The Clouds.

I Like It Because Its Ugly

Don't Drink To Get Drunk. Drink To Enjoy Life.

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

A Scene Should Be Selected By The Writer For Haunted-ness-of-mind Interest. If You're Not Haunted By Something, As By A Dream, A Vision, Or A Memory, Which Are Involuntary, You're Not Interested Or Even Involved.