Don't touch me, I'm full of snakes.

my karma was to be born in America where nobody has any fun or believes in anything, especially freedom.

To think that so much comes to so little, to think that life is really short.

I looked up at the dark sky and prayed to God for a better break in life and a better chance to do something for the little people I loved.

Her little shoulders drove me mad; I hugged her and hugged her. And she loved it. 'I love love,' she said, closing her eyes. I promised her beautiful love. I gloated over her. Our stories were told; we subsided into silence and sweet anticipatory thoughts. It was as simple as that. You could have all your Peaches and Bettys and Marylous and Ritas and Camilles and Inezes in this world; this was my girl and my kind of girlsoul, and I told her that.

We lay on our backs looking at the ceiling and wondering what God had wrought when he made life so sad and disinclined.

Way far back in the beginning of the world was the whirlwind warning that we could all be blown away like chips and cry- Men with tired eyes realize it now, and wait to deform and decay- with maybe they have the power of love yet in their hearts just the same, I just don't know what that word means anymore- All I want is an ice cream cone