in a middle of a room stands a suicide sniffing a Paper rose smiling to a self "somewhere it is Spring and sometimes people are in real:imagine somewhere real flowers,but I can't imagine real flowers for if I could,they would somehow not Be real" (so he smiles smiling)"but I will not everywhere be real to you in a moment" The is blond with small hands "& everything is easier than I had guessed everything would be;even remembering the way who looked at whom first,anyhow dancing

What excites me is just taking some time to breathe in life. The mundane is very exciting.

You've got to have something to eat and a little love in your life before you can hold still for any damn body's sermon on how to behave.

I think it's my adventure, my trip, my journey, and I guess my attitude is, let the chips fall where they may.

I dance/for the joy of surviving, at the edge of the road.

Do not say that every day you spend on this earth is a day closer to dying. Every day you spend on this earth is a day closer to finally living.