Out Of Mind

Last night I rode my bike home, a ghost to the world.

Leaving the theater, I wanted to stay with the girl next to me. I knew her, not in any special way, and I just wanted to walk with her. Young men dream dreams, old men see visions... in the theater. It was hard to leave tonight, and I knew the next time I'd be a little less receptive, a little more distant. So I just wanted to walk. Stroll. Because when you get on your bike to leave, the only way to go is fast. When you go slow, you fall over; that, and it gives people the chance to see you.

No Redemption For You

A bad portrait of the chancellor can't get me down/
Naw baby, naw baby, nothing can get me down/

I hope they don't run it big in the insert/
Naw baby, naw baby, it's hideous.

I hope you enjoyed my medley, it's almost as bad as my portrait. More on this when it comes out, (hopefully) running the width of a column buried deep within the ads of page 3. Please God, please..

Edgar Rice Burroughs Woke Up And Wondered If He Was A Hack

I would like an open mind to see the good and the bad, and eyes that would recognize greatness emerging.