"My soul is sadder than all the dead christmas trees of the world" C. Bukowski "Nic-Nac Ego-Whack, Accept we're all alone." As the ashtray fills our lives move in a similar direction. Even change doesn't seem to offer much change, but with that we can relax. Chances are, we've been here before. Anyhow, I jot things down in one way or another, every now and again I might apply some effort, but I like it to come easy. If it isn't trying to burst out of you, do something else; you're not ready for it, it's not ready for you. If you're thinking about what rhymes with the end of the previous line, then stop doing it. Live is no nursery rhyme, so stop trying to make it read like one. If it all makes sense, then you may enjoy what gets written. If not then J.K Rowling is available from all corporate bookstores. Hmmm, what do I read? Charles Bukowski and John Fante are the big ones. I leave a little room for the likes of Sartre, Anne Sexton, Berryman, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, Burroughs, Thompson, Knut Hamsun, J Thurber, Orwell, Burroughs, Huxley. I should never have started, I read a lot. Top reads of the last twenty four years: 1. Charles Bukowski - The Last Night Of The Earth Poems 2. John Fante - The Bandini Quartet 3. Louis-Ferdinand Celine - Journey To The End Of The Night.