Hold on to yr depression learn from yr depression and the poetry will come through
The Great American Novel is a log book of the ride
Yes, the wheels are turning slowly But, for sure, we'll get there
Savour yr youth Because you don't know when you'll lose it
I am at my best when I am depress
Life is the road to the slaughterhouse
What do you call snow on April 1st? God's April Fool's Joke
I don't want to find myself; Don't want to know what I might find out