And there in the blue air I saw for the first time, far off, the great snowy tops of the Rocky Mountains. I had to get to Denver at once.
I'm right there, swimming the river of hardships but I know how to swim.
No time for poetry but exactly what is.
As I grew older I became a drunk. Why? Because I like ecstasy of the mind.
If you dont [sic] say what you want, what's the sense of writing?
Pretty girls make graves