I Felt Like Lying Down By The

So I Rushed Past The Pretty Girls, And The Prettiest Girls In The World Live In Des Moines.

Something Good Will Come Out Of All Things Yet — And It Will Be Golden And Eternal Just Like That.

I Realized These Were All The Snapshots Which Our Children Would Look At Someday With Wonder, Thinking Their Parents Had Lived Smooth, Well-ordered Lives And Got Up In The Morning To Walk Proudly On The Sidewalks Of Life, Never Dreaming The Raggedy Madness And Riot Of Our Actual Lives, Our Actual Night, The Hell Of It, The Senseless Emptiness.

Genius Gives Birth, Talent Delivers.

All Day Long Wearing A Hat That Wasn't On My Head