Man Lowers His Head And Lunges Into

Holding Up My Purring Cat To The Moon. I Sighed.

La Is The Loneliest And Most Brutal Of American Cities.

And I Said, 'that Last Thing Is What You Can't Get, Carlo. Nobody Can Get To That Last Thing. We Keep On Living In Hopes Of Catching It Once And For All.

Nothing Ever Happened - Not Even This

I Pictured Myself In A Denver Bar That Night, With All The Gang, And In Their Eyes I Would Be Strange And Ragged And Like The Prophet Who Has Walked Across The Land To Bring The Dark Word, And The Only Word I Had Was 'wow!