as a child i suppose i was not quite normal. my happiest times were when i was left alone in the house on a saturday.

Let' em learn or let' em die

as the spirit wanes the form appears

I think that the world should be full of cats and full of rain, that's all, just cats and rain, rain and cats, very nice, good night.

beware the average man the average woman beware their love, their love is average seeks average but there is genius in their hatred there is enough genius in their hatred to kill you to kill anybody not wanting solitude not understanding solitude they will attempt to destroy anything that differs from their own not being able to create art they will not understand art they will consider their failure as creators only as a failure of the world

Morals were restrictive, but they were grounded on human experience.

I am a poem. There is no way out.